Testo Hot Boy [BONUS TRACK] [feat. Lil Baby] - Nardo Wick feat. Lil Baby
Testo della canzone Hot Boy [BONUS TRACK] [feat. Lil Baby] (Nardo Wick feat. Lil Baby), tratta dall'album WICK
Ha, ha (Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze), ha
(Go Grizz) ha, ha, ha
Ha
I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent
I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you
I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches
I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, but got a lot of cold bitches
What's that half a milli' on my neck? Four-fifty
Drop a load off to the trap and tell my lil' ones, "Get busy"
Don't let nobody tell you different, we the littest in the city
I'm a hot boy, I tell the jeweler, "Cool me down"
Still be posted in the hood, a lot of killers sittin' 'round
He was on the sideline, caught 'em at an angle, forced him out of bounds
Send them hot boys on a blitz and tell 'em, "Burn that nigga down"
Ay, woedie, who that is right there? She look like my type
Don't care how big her booty is, won't hit if it don't feel right
Ay, woedie, who is that young nigga that be fly?
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Nardo in the sky
Ay, woedie, who that goin' a hundred in a 50?
I'm the richest, youngest nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Ay, woedie, who is that lil' nigga with all the hos?
If you look good, you look good, I ain't tryna hear that you too old
Baby, I could pop out right now, pull my big around these hos (damn)
I'm not acrobatic, I'm not flippin' on my bros (no)
All my shit be factual, I cannot get exposed (at all)
Grew up talkin' slick, I'll catch a bitch before I catch a cold
I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, I got broke toes
Don't take it offensive, I'm too rich to fuck with broke hos
I won't drive my TRX no more, that shit just too slow
Maybach white on white, they know about it, ask my new ho
I know a couple of these niggas really hatin' on me (think so)
I know a bitch who actin' faithful, but she waitin' on me (think so)
I don't fuck with none of you niggas, I can't fake it no more
Who is that, that's your Lambo? Hell yeah
Oh, that's Nardo? Let him in
Think I'm runnin' out of hidin' spots, this shit been comin' in
He was in our business and got spanked, he shouldn't have butted in
I come from that block where shit be hot, the summer never end
I'm really the one this shit done settled in
I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent
I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you
I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches
I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
Credits
Writer(s): Irvin Devine Whitlow, Kevin Andre Price, Darryl Patric Mccorkell, Dominique Jones, Josiah Nasir Muhammad, Horace Wall
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