- Hot Nigga (Remix) 歌詞 Chris Brown Fabolous Yo Gotti Bobby Shmurda Jadakiss Busta Rhymes
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- Busta Rhymes Hot Nigga (Remix) 歌詞
- Chris Brown Fabolous Yo Gotti Bobby Shmurda Jadakiss Busta Rhymes
- [Intro: Fabolous]
Heavy hitter
Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit (Huh)
Ayy, what I told 'em? I said
Bein' hot get you the MVP (Yeah)
Stayin' hot get you the hall of fame
It's Loso, Brooklyn forever
Shmurda, what up, son?
Brooklyn, what up, son?
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Huh?
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick
I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya chick
I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round (Came 'round)
Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
And I just caught that body like a week ago (Week ago)
Real quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho
She want some hot nigga chillin' out in Mykonos
Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho (All summer)
I ain't no killer but don't push me, yo (Don't push me, yo)
I had 'em killers in yo' bushes, yo (Bushes, yo)
Them trick niggas splurge on the pussy, yo (Uh)
You give me one day, I'll Purge on that pussy, yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade (Fifth grade)
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played (Uh)
On my '90s flow, nigga, Young OG shit (Young OG shit)
On my GSC, Meet the Family shit
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Can't hold you forever, you gon' get a date (Get a date, uh)
Tell 'em free my nigga Critter Mate (Critter Mate)
Hold ya head to all my niggas in the state (Hold ya head)
D-Block, GS9, nigga, get it straight (Get it straight)
Got the semi and fully on me (Fully on me, brrrrr)
Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me
'Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me (Yeah)
I know you shocked, right? They got me on bully, homie (Bully, homie, ahh)
It's fake love 'cause they really hatin' (Really hatin', yeah)
For my downfall, they really waitin' (Really watin', yup)
100 yardies, a 100 Haitians (Boop!)
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil' bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them coppers shit
All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick
I got four hoes and some Hen', some low pros on my Benz
And if I catch that nigga slippin', I'ma shut him down
Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds, better cool out
I'm nice with the hands, you keep talkin' that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck 'til I pass out
And she just gettin' checks 'cause her ass out
Makin' money, gotta be the fast route
Bitch, if you ain't ****in', better get yo' ass out
[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
**** around and get ya shit popped
Like hangin' out too long on 91st and Winthrop (Bloaw!)
See, you the type to probably get got (It's a joke, nigga)
See, this where all the ****ery nigga shit stop (Ah!)
Shawty climb this money mountain to the tip-top (Get it)
Throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (Watch)
Stayed with the heat, they call me Chris Bosh
Angry 'cause niggas see me leavin' they bitch block (Uhhh)
Shout my nigga Web, shout my nigga Luger
Free my nigga Smiles, free my nigga Scooter
I suggest you probably pray to Buddha
Conglomerate and GS9 niggas full of shooters
[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]
Let's talk about a hot nigga
My dogs'll sit and rot, nigga (Rot, nigga)
**** the judge, we never cop, nigga (****)
Who the first to bring that Lambo on the block, nigga? (Skrrt)
Poppin' Aces in the studio with Bobby 'nem (Shmurda)
Before all the labels started callin' him (I heard 'em)
'Cause bitch, I understand him 'cause I'm one of them (I am)
So know you hatin' on me if you hatin' on 'em (Bang, bang, bang)
Memphis shooters, that's who we are (We are)
Made a million out a glass jar (Beep!)
Cocaine, I got dope bars (Dope bars)
My nigga Snootie just caught a gun charge (Hey!)
**** a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch (Strapped, bitch)
We be 'bout that beef, **** that rap shit (****)
And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit (Free my nigga Meek)
And my New York bitch from Dyckman, she Dominican (Hey!)
[Verse 7: Bobby Shmurda]
Grimy savage, that's who we are (We are)
Grimy shooters dressed in G-Star (Star)
GS9, I go so hard (Hard)
But GS for my Gun Squad (Let's go!)
And bitch, if it's a problem, we gon' gun brawl (Bloaw, nigga)
Shots poppin' out the AR (Bloaw, nigga)
I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw (B-B-Bloaw, nigga)
Broad daylight and we gon' let them thangs bark (Boop!)
Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho (Meeshie, ho)
SUBwave, free Breezy, ho (Breezy, ho)
And tell my niggas Shmurda teamin', ho (Shmurda teamin', ho)
Mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago
**** with us and then we tweakin', ho
Run up on that nigga, get to squeezin', ho (Squeezin', ho)
Everybody catchin' bullet holes (Boop, boop, boop!)
Niggas got me on my bully, yo (They got me)
I'ma run up, put that gun on him (Gun on him)
I'ma run up, go dumb on him (Dumb on him)
Niggas got me on that young shit (That young shit)
Got me on that go dumb shit (Dumb shit)
[Outro: Bobby Shmurda]
Got me on that go dumb shit, man
Trap mode in this mother****er, hotter than a bitch
Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank
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