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letra de hot stuff (original version) - freakalicious

[intro: ashlee simpson]
people say you’re goin’ out your mind
to think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

[verse 1: ayesha erotica]
ae, b-tch, you already snow
he was tryna f-ck, i was tryna f-ck his bro
i was in detroit saying, “what’s up wit’ it doe?”
and these b-tches sellin’ box, but they sell it for the low
and they think i do it too, but i don’t do it anymore
but if the sh-t flop, yeah, i’m pretty, i could hoe
where becky? that b-tch playing with the blow
and these b-tches lack game ’cause they do not know the code
wait, one, two, everybody, look what i can do
i can chop a line, no razor blade
and your b-tch is gonna f-ck me like a piecе-o-cake
gotta ask all the fans, like whеre the dirty percs?
i don’t wanna chop em’ up with a dirty verse
i’ma check a b-tch, said she broke on the 31st
[?] d-ck up on the 33rd
i pull up in the iwonagiveaway
i’ma make a bag, then i sh-t, gettin’ pistol whipped
b-tch got pistol-whipped, that’s just how it goes
i’m a f-cking champ b-tch, i ain’t ever fold
i ain’t ever fall, b-tches can’t relate
ride around with the crack rock in my vape
i’m a super hoe, i ain’t gotta f-cking pay
b-tches be faker than a santee alley babe
[verse 2: that kid]
big tk, i’m always dtf
but i’m full grown, don’t need cdf
cruisin’ for a d-ck, it’s f-ck a gps
turned a few tricks for some vvs
i don’t wanna f-ck unless the glock is in my face
same nasty b-tch snortin’ up the special k
and i’m still poppin’ titties out just to get my way
i’ma pretty ass b-tch, so ugly people hate
now show off
watch me take my motherf-ckin’ clothes off
love the fat boys built like rick ross
smackin’ on my man like he’s chris rock
got a bb simon belt and a baggie on my hip
and some long ass nails with a gloss up on the lip
i can’t ride a f-ckin’ bike but you know i ride on d-ck
don’t ever gotta ask ’cause you know i’m runnin’ sh-t

[verse 3: chase icon]
ci, came through with the bob
on my bling ring, that b-tch you wanna rob
every day, i’ma make a bum b-tch sob
i’m not tryna play nice, b-tch, i’m tryna play god
i can be a model but i’d rather be a sl-t
surged up top, now i’m workin’ on the b-tt
always goin viral, now i don’t know what is what
if they sell my deep-fake s-x tape, i want a cut
b00bs out, it’s chase with the bank, b-tch
hoes talk cheap, i don’t even know the language
i be like, “bang, b-tch”, what you gonna say?
ain’t it kinda funny how the rumors circulate?
tricks come through every single day
take it in the back, that’s the freakalicious way
countin’ on my money, got it spread on the duvet
stuff it in the kelly then i’m off to st. tropez
[outro: ayesha erotica, that kid & chase icon]
ae, b-tch you already snow
big tk, i’m always dtf
ci, came through with the bob
take it in the back, that’s the freakalicious way

- freakalicious

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