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letra de hot n*gga - bobby shmurda

n-ggas got me on my brooklyn sh-t
aye, what i told ’em? i said
being hot get you the mvp
stayin’ hot get you the hall of fame
it’s loso (brooklyn forever!)
shmurda, what up, son?
brooklyn, what up, son? huh?

yo, i hit my shmoney dance when i caught the l!ck
i hit my shmoney dance when i caught ya chick
i bobby shmurdered that when she came ’round
threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
and i just caught that body like a week ago
real quick, cl!ck clack, get to freakin’, ho
she want some hot n-gga chillin’ out in mykonos
or thot n-ggas all summer, every weekend, ho
i ain’t no k!ller but don’t push me, yo
i had ’em k!llers in yo’ bushes, yo
them trick n-ggas splurge on the p-ssy, yo
you give me one day, i’ll purge on that p-ssy, yo

you ain’t seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
back when bo jackson and ken griffey played
on my 90’s flow, n-gga, young og sh-t
on my gsc, meet the family sh-t
can’t hold you forever, you gon’ get a date
tell ’em free my n-gga critter mate
hold ya head to all my n-ggas in the state
d-block, gs9, n-gga, get it straight
got the semi and fully on me
gloves, mask and a hoodie on me
case we need to steal a v, i got the pully on me
i know you shocked, right? they got me on bully, homie
it’s fake love cause they really hatin’
for my downfall, they really waitin’
hundred yardies, a hundred haitians
i’m a hot n-gga by affiliation

look, fresh up out the county, i done did a lil bid
let the popos run up on me, i won’t tell them coppers sh-t
all this money in my pocket, you might think i sold a brick
i got four hoes and some hen, some low pros on my benz
and if i catch that n-gga slippin’, i’mma shut him down
let my homies separate his body, call that seven pounds

better cool out, i’m nice with the hands
you keep talking that sh-t, i’ll knock you out
a n-gga be pickin’ you up off of the ground for thinkin’ you 2pac
and shawty give me neck till i p-ss out
and she just gettin’ checks cause her -ss out
makin’ money, gotta be the fast route
b-tch, if you ain’t f-ckin’, better get yo’ -ss out
pow! pow! that chopper make him diddy bop
free slice billy, let my billy rock
and free a billi, let a billi out

when flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock
made diddy shmoney dance right on biggie block
make him bring a hundred bands and the city out
when fresh pull up in that brand new yop
watch me slide off wit’ ya thot cause i’m worth about a milli now
n-ggas think cause we dancin’ ’round, n-ggas won’t get shot
that’s bobby shmurda, not bobby brown, known to pop up on the block
these p-ssy n-ggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot

and these f-ck n-ggas don’t come around cause they know they gon’ get shot
f-ck around and get ya sh-t popped
like hanging out too long on 91st and winthrop
see, you the type to probably get got
see, this where all the f-ckery n-gga sh-t stop
shawty climb shmoney mountain to the tip-top (get it)
throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (watch)
stayed with the heat, they call me chris bosh

angry cause n-ggas see me leavin’ they b-tch block
shout my n-gga web, shout my n-gga luger
free my n-gga smiles, free my n-gga scooter
i suggest you probably pray to buddha

conglomerate and gs9 n-ggas full of shooters
let’s talk about a hot n-gga
my dogs’ll sit and watch, n-gga
f-ck the judge, we never cop, n-gga
who the first to bring that lambo on the block, n-gga?
poppin’ aces in the studio wit’ bobby ‘nem
before all the labels started callin’ him
’cause b-tch, i understand him cause i’m one of them
so know you hatin’ on me if you hatin’ on them
memphis shooters, that’s who we are
made a million out a gl-ss jar
cocaine, i got dope bars

my n-gga snootie just caught a gun charge
f-ck a law, we gon’ ride strapped, b-tch
we be bout that beef, f-ck that rap sh-t
and free my n-gga meek, i’m on my philly sh-t
and my new york b-tch so dark but she dominican
grimy savage, that’s who we are
grimy shooters dressed in g-star

gs9, i go so hard
but gs for my gun squad
and b-tch, if it’s a problem, we gon’ gun brawl
shots poppin’ out the ar
i’m with trigger, i’m with rasha, i’m with a-raw
broad daylight and we gon’ let them thangs bark
tell them n-ggas free meeshie, ho

some way, free breezy, ho
and tell my n-ggas shmurda teamin’, ho
mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago
f-ck wit’ us and then we tweakin’, ho
run up on that n-gga, get to squeezin’, ho

everybody catchin’ bullet holes
n-ggas got me on my bully, yo
i’mma run up, put that gun on him
i’mma run up, go dumb on him
n-ggas got me on that young sh-t
got me on that go dumb sh-t
got me on that go dumb sh-t, man
trap mode in this muhf-cka, hotter than a b-tch
ayo, pour up, i need some more drank

- bobby shmurda

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