Cory Gunz - Hot Nigga (Freestyle) | Текст песни

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(Freestyle)
On cool on heat, sum hot nigga
They caught me with the Taurus, not the Glock, nigga
Y'all niggas too loud, FEDs watch niggas
Find me with my blazers, bustin' shots, nigga
Ain't nothin' open for you but the shop, nigga
We get jiggy bustin' juggs, bustin' chops, nigga
Got sum niggas doin' life, doin' shots, nigga
They be shootin' at the cops, nigga
Free TZO, free my nigga Skat
Free Fleezy-o, ya know we countin' up
And if she on the flow I'mma do it all out
You stupid if you think you got me flippin', boi
Ask about me, I be grippin', boi
Scorin', Michael Jordan, Scotty pimpin', boi
You can keep the whore, I'm bout this chicken, boi
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AK-47 whole squadron
You be quick to gimme to the sergeant
I do this money dance and I dodge it
Then I pistol whip ya like the chargers
I feel like 100 thousand million
A product of the section 8, I'm ?
Put you on the break, you chow now
Fresh out the box, take a Tab, blow you down, pow
No pores easen, cuz he strapped now
Reez movin' P's out the trap now
I told my nigga Chowley-O I'mma turn it up
Don't need 100 niggas, just a couple real as us
Bitch, I'm a thug nigga
Razor blades, what goes in the club, nigga
If it ain't a pistol it's a snub, nigga
Whoeva got issue, it's a dub, nigga
Drinked out and I'm ridin' out with yo bitch
Talkin' my haters straight to that Frank Stan
They don't gotta put my shit talkin'
Cuz that strap to go breakdance,
It's like a bad deal, I'mma rip off em
Bitch stop it, put yo face and yo bitch just like instant lock it
Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket, the seventh nigga that shit poppin'
Yung money, that shit poppin'
Yo shit drop and yo shit droppin'
No bullshit, I don't talk feelins with conners
I'm with soft killings
That last single I was on really sold 3 and a half
4 million like tick that, pop bangin' no pay that
Don't play with me! Google me! I'm hot nigga
That 9. milla stay with me
So debt that, ass bent yo diaphragm ?
Too tight for that bed napper
I'm gettin' high as that head cracker
These niggas ain't got no style, runnin' round in my old swag
That so bad, yáll throw the shit like yáll runnin' round with my whole bag
Got one thing clear, not gonna hear fuck thing doubt gonna
I am not sling mouth runnin', like shouts inna the outcomers, nigga

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