HOT*59 lyrics
by Chetta
(Intro)
We're sorry-
Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?
I like 'em hot, uh
Yeah I'm still geeked up
Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?
(Hook)
I like 'em hot (Hot)
The ones that don't tell me to stop (Stop)
Heat up the- Heat up the block (Block)
Bouncing it back, give me mine (Mine)
Sippin' that sh*t like a cold (Ouu)
Baby come f*ck with the GOAT (The goat)
Gold on my neck and it glow (It glow)
Choppa got lit like a toll booth
Ain't no time to play (Play)
That number scratch off of the K (K)
No problem wit pulling my weight (Weight)
My pockets on Ricki, they lakes (lyric)
I'm off them pink lil' percs (Percs)
Don't think that I want you, I'm straight (Straight)
I promise I won't even phase (Phase)
I'm standing five nine till' the grave (Grave)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Bridge)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?)
(Verse)
b*tch I'm f*cked up
Money on a sl*t, f*ck
Feel like Screw, I'm S.U.C.’D up
Gassing, all my blunts stuffed
Trapping, got me plugged up
Bad hoes
Centerfolds backed up
Packed in with Mac-10s
Woe in here with me
Got the keys to Rover truck
Hoes gotta feel me
Spend a key, just to feel the love
Two tone semi, brand new P's
I might open up
Killers hang with me
Saying please?
Ion give a f*ck
(Bridge)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup?)
(Hook)
I like 'em hot (Hot)
The ones that don't tell me to stop (Stop)
Heat up the- Heat up the block (Block)
Bouncing it back, give me mine (Mine)
Sippin' that sh*t like a cold (Ouu)
Baby come f*ck with the GOAT (The goat)
Gold on my neck and it glow (It glow)
Choppa got lit like a toll booth
Ain't no time to play (Play)
That number scratch off of the K (K)
No problem wit pulling my weight (Weight)
My pockets on Ricki, they lakes (lyric)
I'm off them pink lil' percs (Percs)
Don't think that I want you, I'm straight (Straight)
I promise I won't even phase (Phase)
I'm standing five nine till' the grave (Grave)
b*tch, ain't no time to play...