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lirik lagu hot boys – freddie gibbs

yeah, yeah (gangsta g.i., n-gg-)
gangsta g.i., b-tch
yeah (we in this b-tch, you know what i’m sayin’ n-gg-)
hit em with that real, you know what i’m sayin’
skrt skrt
dopeboy…
yeah yeah

f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
n-gg- in the ghetto, f-ckin’ with the felons
n-gg- get the package, n-gg- ship it, mail it
f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
got my stove hot, got my stove hot
turnin’ cocaine to crack on my stove top

hundred pack of that good california
in the black cadillac blowin’ doja
hot boy like i grew up in the ‘nolia
i’m 400 degreez on the corner
b-tch i’m whippin and shippin’ your order
hot boy like i grew up in the ‘nolia
hit that b-tch on the road i don’t know ya
spanish b-tch with this d-ck on her boca
spanish b-tch hold this d-ck buenas noches
i was gone off a pill when i poked her
i was gone off that purp when i poked her
hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out
know that n-gg- stay low when the po’s out
hot boy like i grew up in the ‘nolia

f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
n-gg- in the ghetto, f-ckin’ with the felons
n-gg- get the package, n-gg- ship it, mail it
f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
got my stove hot, got my stove hot
turnin’ cocaine to crack on my stove top

b-tch i’m walkin’ the dog what you know ’bout
puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
thousand pounds of that mexican mota
chop it up and give that to my soldiers
hot boy like i grew up in the ‘nolia
i’m a beast with the fork and the calculator
have a feast with my n-gg-s, be choppin’ paper
package solid, my n-gg-s don’t got to weigh it
i’m a beast with the fork and the calculator
chop a hole in a hundred, so f-ck a hater
keep a demo right on me, i demonstrated
get a package, my n-gg- you better weigh it
i’m a beast with the fork and the calculator

f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
n-gg- in the ghetto, f-ckin’ with the felons
n-gg- get the package, n-gg- ship it, mail it
f-ck n-gg-s tellin, drug dealers sellin’
got my stove hot, got my stove hot
turnin’ cocaine to crack on my stove top

b-tch i’m walkin’ the dog what you know ’bout
puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
thousand pounds of that mexican mota
chop it up and give that to my soldiers
hot boy like i grew up in the ‘nolia
got my stove hot, got my stove hot
turnin’ cocaine to crack on my stove top

- kumpulan lirik lagu freddie gibbs