Joey Trap

Hot Boy
Young Rich Squad Yeah, haha, look Yeah, they know I'm a hot nigga Sort a thousand grams before I pop, nigga Diamonds do they dance on the block with us Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot, nigga I get it though, niggas on the top now Had to get the Benzerelli with the top down Got these bitches droppin' panties and they top down Haha, yeah, and they top down I ain't tryna win a GRAMMY, need the Oscar These niggas is some actors, they impostors I might eat filet up with the pasta I be smokin' dope like I'm a rasta (Young Rich Squad) Ayy, why these niggas mad? 'Cause I'm different, nigga Why you bitchin', nigga? You be snitchin', nigga .33 up in the paint, like Scottie Pippen, nigga Point and aim, I only shoot it if it flinchin', nigga Uh, nigga get it back I'm a hot nigga ever since I sold the sack Remember, posted for the low, I'm stackin' every pack I can get whatever, tell me where you're at 'Cause they know I'm a hot nigga Letras de cancionesSort a thousand grams before I pop, nigga Diamonds do they dance on the block with us Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot, nigga Yeah, they know I'm a hot boy Come up on this block, make the wild noise I ain't talkin' cheese, get 'em chopped, boy Your bitch on her knees, she want top, boy (Young Rich Squad) I get it though, I'm lavish These niggas always mad 'cause the diamonds on me dancin' I don't mean to brag, but I'm plottin' on the mansion I'm lookin' for expansion, I'm tryna get my bands in Need to get your cash up, she's suckin' with her ass up I don't give a fuck, I'm in the Bentley, I might just pass ya' Y'all be in the Honda, I eat that Benihana's I might just get attire, my whip is like a Stallion Stars up in the Wraith VVS', bezel face I just pulled up clean, think a nigga get the cake Seen a milly on 'fore you niggas got a safe I done put it in the basement, you never had to faith I be keepin' bands in my pocket when I walk Reach for the man and the nigga get the chalk I got so much bands, wish my bands prolly talked 'Cause I might just need some company chillin' at the top, look (Young Rich Squad) Yeah, they know I'm a hot nigga Sort a thousand grams before I pop, nigga Diamonds do they dance on the block with us Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot, nigga I get it though, niggas on the top now Had to get the Benzerelli with the top down Got these bitches droppin' panties and they top down Haha, yeah, I take they top down I ain't tryna win a GRAMMY, need the Oscar These niggas is some actors, impostors I might eat filet up with the pasta I be smokin' dope like I'm muh'fuckin' rasta, bitch From Letras Mania