Bobby Shmurda - Hot Nigga(Remix)(Feat. French Montana, T.I., Juicy J, Rich The Kid, Ace Hood, Gunplay | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana, I'm a block nigga
Heard they shot me, and I shot niggas
Young Hov, boss of the Roc, nigga
Three bricks for a verse, that's a swap, nigga
Shout my nigga Meek, he on lock, nigga
Shout my nigga Max, he in a box, nigga
Pull up La Marina in a yacht, nigga
Skate off like a pirate with your thot, nigga
Ya heard, she's a freaky ho
Bitch ain't loyal, she fucked Breezy, ho
Believe me, you can ask Weezy, ho
I heard she fucked Puff like a week ago
But I still want the pussy, though
I'ma Shmurda dance on the pussy, ho
That bitch ass full of bullet holes
Still paid couple grands for that pussy, ho
I'ma Shmurda dance on the pussy, ho
I'ma Shmurda dance on the pussy, ho
I'ma Shmurda dance on the pussy, ho
I'ma Shmurda dance on the pussy, ho

[Verse 2: Bobby Shmurda]
I'm Chewy, I'm some hot nigga
Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas
Like you seen him twirl then he drop, nigga
And we keep them 9 millis on my block, nigga
And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas
And Trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga
Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
Running through these checks 'til I pass out
And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house
I been selling crack since like the 5th grade
Really never made no difference what the shit made
Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shorty like the way that I ball out
I be getting money 'til fall out
You talking cash, dog, I goes all out
Shorty love the way that I floss out

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Shoutin' out to Philly, free my nigga, tho
Soon as my nigga Fat Boy hit the turf, I got his envelope
Tell'em kiss ya ass, they can do that under mistletoe
Think its sweet then go aimin' straight at your cantaloupe
Yeah you know I'm trained to blow, I got that halitosis flow
Jumpin' out the Lambo in sandals, I got that antidote
Hammer pokin' out of my pocket, it's like a camel toe
Gassin' all these rappers, ya'll need to work at a Texaco
I ain't got no medals, I ain't got no medals
Pussy nigga sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas
I hit him up in his pajamas
I'm just tryna kick it, tell them bitches David Beckham
Ok, I'm bluffin', never love'm, got a question, is we fuckin'?
She addicted, David Ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle
I'm a hot nigga, someone tell that to the tan bed
If the beat was human, I would tell him he a dead man
Ain't no hope in wishin', Phantom Ghost through the Bentley
If he with the scissors, can't afford it with your bitchin'

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
Juicy J a monster Talyor Gang sponsor
With your girlfriend about to fuck her in her tonsils
Yellow momma wetter than a lake in her jeans
And she be wide awake and I still sell that bitch her dream
No Hollywood divorce you can't hit me for half
No prenup just a nut I just want to smash
Baby I just wanna hit it and get rid of your ass
I'm not giving it to my feelings I'm too busy getting cash
Double cup of lean-monade thats that Justin Bieber
And these shoes that I got on they cost more than a KIA
Every time I sign in cursive thats to add another zero
Fuck niggas know I keep that metal on me like Magneto
I hear this money talking my money machine stunna
All these rocks up on my watch I think my jeweler do construction
That bullshit you selling my nigga we ain't buying
We don't do that chatta bitch we strictly lifting that iron
Banana clip, longer than a video on vine
All these fucking guns like we saving Private Ryan
Your nigga pulled up on bikes
Little nigga about to earn his stripes
It might cost him his freedom but it gon' cost you your life

[Verse 5: Ace Hood]
Yeah, it's true, I am a beat killer
You looking at the hottest of the hot niggas
Summer time, but my Rollie still in late December
Niggas actin like some bitches, need to change genders
Know it's only poppin', tell me why they wake the goblin up
Silence on the gun so we don't have to wake your daughter up
Way before the Tampa Bay, bitch I been chasin' everyone
Tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck
Lookin' at a 101, pussy, you ain't one of us
Make me get retarded like I'm ridin' on a short bus
Flexin' on these niggas, oh I thought this was a warm up?
Tell'em shoot it up then double back, I call it karma
People pay attention, push a button for ignition
Dopest in the business, think I need some intervention
Soon as go to wackin', Imma send him in detention
Clips like weaves, know they comin' with extensions
Always on the hustle, bitches know I keep a couple
Sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers
Fuck her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo
I'm super dope, I'm a walking trap house

[Verse 6: Bobby Shmurda]
Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out
Momma said no pussy cats inside my dog house
That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out
We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em
With the 16's, we gon' put some shots on him
I send a little thot to send the drop on him
She gon' call me up and I'm a sick the hots on him
Grimey savage, that's what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star
GS9, I go so hard
But GS for my gun squad
And bitch if it's a problem we gon' gun brawl
Shots popping out The AR
I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw
Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark
Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho
Subwave, free Greezy, ho
And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho
Mitch caught a body 'bout a week ago
Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho
Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, ho
Everybody catching bullet holes
Niggas got me on my bully yo
I'm a run up, put that gun on 'em
I'm a run up, go dumb on 'em
Niggas got me on that young shit
Got me on that go dumb shit

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