I`m A Hot Boy Lyrics

I`m A Hot Boy lyrics

[B.G.]

 I take drama as far as it could go

 I ain't no ho

 That is something u would wanna know

 I get loose as a goose

 When beef in my presence

 i'm a hot boy fa'sho

 Nigga a living legend

 I straight creep if I get beef with ya

 They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture

 Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet

 Cause I was in the hospital

 Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it

 But I'm still a head busta

 Run with straight real niggas

 That's a fatigue nigga

 So this the deal with ya

 All about cash daddy

 Face behind the mask daddy

 Choppers with 50 in em'

 Ready to blast daddy

 Duck or get down nigga

 Bounce or get bounce nigga

 U on side of a milk carton

 Can't be found nigga

 Take it how u wanna 

 Bring how u feel

 Take in blood nigga you get it how u live

 

 Chorus: ( Juve)

 Where the villian be

 That's where I'll stand

 I'm comming with autilary

 Up in my hand

 I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man

 I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand

 

 Verse 2: ( B.G)

 It don't stop

 It want stop

 My glock  on safety

 Cock if you get shot

 Don't get shocked

 Cause you are aware of my actions

 U know I that U heard of me

 And that's a fact son

 I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday

 I'm 100% thug

 U wont't trigga play

 It's all gravy let's handle it

 I get scandalous

 I call baby it's confusion

 Army tool we using

 He beep me back

 We clicking up we set up

 A dangerous mob

 Once u wet up

 No getting up

 That's how it is

 I hustle for my G's

 Over hundred G's

 Stun'n with versace

 It's straight soldiers ree's

 And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,

 Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants

 We wanna go all the way out

 And thug?????

 Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down

 

 (chours)

 

 Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper

 I ain't fucking with ya 

 U outta line

 I'm gon flip ya

 B.g toten big pistol

 U know I represent

 Full of that dope behind lime tint

 Mercedes what I'm in

 We steal is a lil hint

 That u murder if you flinch

 6feet in where u sent

 My occupation consist

 Putting momma on the front bench

 My click is often dangerous

 If they caught to hang with us thug with us

 Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us

 Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down

 And that's dat UPT

 U ain't gotta hide you get down

 But it all good

 U get dirty I get dirty

 We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin

 In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome

 I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home

 I aint' gone bone light 

 On dat dope dick

 I know you heard that we go all night

 Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right

 

 Chorus til end