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Freddie Gibbs( Fredrick Tipton )
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Hot Boys
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta G.I., Nigga) Gangsta G.I., bitch Yeah (we in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin' nigga) Hit em with that real, you know what I'm sayin' SKRT SKRT Dopeboy... Yeah yeah
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin' Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it Fuck niggas 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 Bitch I'm whippin and shippin' your order Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia Hit that bitch on the road I don't know ya Spanish bitch with this dick on her boca Spanish bitch hold this dick 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 nigga stay low when the po's out Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin' Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin' Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Bitch 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 niggas, be choppin' paper Package solid, my niggas don't got to weigh it I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator Chop a hole in a hundred, so fuck a hater Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated Get a package, my nigga you better weigh it I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin' Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin' Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Bitch 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
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