Hotcocoa lyrics
by Babycartel
[Intro]
(Oh, Woah), (Oh, Woah)
["I had 5DOLLARS"]
(Oh!)
[Verse 1]
Off of the 'Redd', no 'Trippie'
Dance for you n*ggas; 'Woah'; no 'Vicky'
Y'all n*ggas rats, like 'Micky'
Glock to his neck, leave him with a hickey
You gon' buss' thirty, I'mma buss' fifty
Talk to me nice; "Hello", no 'Kitty'
b*tch, I'm the best, hottest in the city
Totin' the 'FN's and the 'SEMIs'
Told him call me "Ma", no 'Remy'
b*tch, I'm a god; 'demi'
Leave a n*gga in 'La La Land' like 'Demi'
Talkin' my sh*t, n*gga, do you hear me?
Talking on the 'gram, when you see me, don't hit me
Clip 12 inches; 'John', no 'Jimmy's'
I hate n*ggas like I'm in 'the 60's'
Shootin' movie clips, like I work at Disney
Doin' my dance, I'm getting 'jiggy'
I be "In Da Club"; 50, no Cent
Y'all n*ggas dirty, hair full of lint
Play with my time, n*gga you gon' repent
Been holdin' me down since I was a 'jit'
Look at my (?), I don't give a sh*t
n*gga I'm too fly, look at the fit
n*gga you scary, you a b*tch
Better f*ck with me now, before I get rich
Cause when I go up, I won't give a sh*t
Ten bands on yo head, n*gga you a hit
Remember them days, I was hittin licks
Catch the angles, don't f*ck up the flicks
Should I wear the miharas, or put on the ricks
He lookin sketchy, might pull out the blick
Start blowin the clip when I hop out the whip
n*gga got shot in his head and still breathing, that's a miracle, whip
Police at my crib asking questions, my lips, on zip
If you see cartel, better dip
All that talkin put that choppa to yo lip
Talking down on the gang, we gone flip
Purple in my cup, Imma sip
Got a Glock on my hip
Beyblade let it rip
Eat the beat up like a chip
Shootin sh*t like movie clips
Gettin dark like an eclipce