Lisa Lopes Hot Lyrics

Hot Lyrics

5, 9, (10, 11), 12, 18

She the one you thought would never do a solo LP

Yeah, now what chick could outsell me

Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it

A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it

The more that they see a woman got a mind of her own

The less that they want a part of my throne

It figures

But the more they compare me to the ones they could own

They know they never should of left me alone, I'm bigga

No doubt

Money gangs and my G's is up

Treat me like David Blaine and

Freeze me up

Let me address the issue

I'm super not superficial

Spoil me

The only statement I'm making is royalties

Seven digits never under my bank account hold

Numbers like your phone numbers plus area code

Gamble wit your career, go head

Chance her

See what happens wit scrubs on my records deserve answers



(bridge)

Oh Left eye, what's happenin

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

Oh Left eye

Teachers, children, mothers and thugs

Everybody loves Miss Left eye

Whats happenin

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

Oh Left eye

Teachers, children, mothers and thugs

Everybody loves Miss Left eye



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Hot hot

hot hot hot

hot hot

hot hot hot

hot hot

hot hot hot

hot 

L-E-F-T-E-Y-E

hot hot 



3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15

Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs

Tryin to be loved

I'm 30 mill and a fan club

What you got signed for

I spent on some rugs, DVDs, and TVs and thats just in the car

Borderline genius

Scientists swear by me

Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones' body

Gave you auditions, they say I'm a gymnast in buisness

My somersault your positions

Waste not, what not

I don't want nothing

On top, she's hot, no discussion

Im a diva

Teacher (to the rap game)

Here when it started I'll be here when it change

Started more careers than Quincy Jones

Other rap chicks actin funny since she's home

Do it, again and again

Expect her too

Left eye you expect me to respect you too



(bridge)

(chorus x2)



3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15