Troy Ave
Troy Ave - Hot Out songtekst
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Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like 100 I'm hot boy, to it, who you think they talk to The bad bitches, the mad niggas, that's who my gun for Blast stitching and blast thinner, they both down for Five on the hippie, five in the whippy Me and seven in the seven cities, would you bet me And two friends yelling no new friends Giving them D, breaking in dope, cool love end for the week shift Barbeque on the block, too dope for beaches My ' features sun kiss, orange G shit, pull back top when the ill black jock Oh, that's my homey J, yo, put away that Glock My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss, don't tell The fish gonna fry itself in the kitchen, we moving on up Free all my niggas from they cells, boy on commission Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please You know I'm here with the black out Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up I made it, classic moves and classic shoes With a Cuban linked on, that's some classic jewels My homie Yankee pulled the red Porsche on the boat up And the girls want the call, yeah, we like, show, show But we got all sorts, black, white, Asian and Spanish girls At the la marina look amazing, the navy gazing, we blazing Playing, spazzing, and johnny pump open, hold it down, don't spray her Mammy with the polka, water gun, see her soaked up But only we her hair if you paying to do it over 'Cause chicks get mad and trip like six flags High rollers, no coasters, fill the cups, place cash on the floor Dice games for twenty or more No ass bet, just ice cheddar, it's the allure of the streets Mixed in with the heat in this jungle of concrete I got soul for cheap, word Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please You know I'm here with the black out Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine I'm just getting money representing for the streets Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine I'm just getting money representing for the streets Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine I'm just getting money representing for the streets