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letra de hot boy - joey trap

[intro]
young rich squad
yeah, haha, look

[chorus]
yeah, they know i’m a hot n-gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n-gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n-gga
i get it though, n-ggas on the top now
had to get the benzerelli with the top down
got these b-tches droppin’ panties and they top down
haha, yeah, and they top down
i ain’t tryna win a grammy, need the oscar
these n-ggas is some actors, they impostors
i might eat filet up with the pasta
i be smokin’ dope like i’m a rasta (young rich squad)

[verse 1]
ayy, why these n-ggas mad? ’cause i’m different, n-gga
why you b-tchin’, n-gga? you be snitchin’, n-gga
.33 up in the paint, like scottie pippen, n-gga
point and aim, i only shoot it if it flinchin’, n-gga
uh, n-gga get it back
i’m a hot n-gga ever since i sold the sack
remember, posted for the low, i’m stackin’ every pack
i can get whatever, tell me where you’re at

[chorus]
’cause they know i’m a hot n-gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n-gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n-gga
yeah, they know i’m a hot boy
come up on this block, make the wild noise
i ain’t talkin’ cheese, get ’em chopped, boy
your b-tch on her knees, she want top, boy (young rich squad)

[verse 2]
i get it though, i’m lavish
these n-ggas always mad ’cause the diamonds on me dancin’
i don’t mean to brag, but i’m plottin’ on the mansion
i’m lookin’ for expansion, i’m tryna get my bands in
need to get your cash up, she’s suckin’ with her ass up
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m in the bentley, i might just pass ya’
y’all be in the honda, i eat that benihana’s
i might just get attire, my whip is like a stallion
stars up in the wraith
vvs’, bezel face
i just pulled up clean, think a n-gga get the cake
seen a milly on ‘fore you n-ggas got a safe
i done put it in the bas-m-nt, you never had to faith
i be keepin’ bands in my pocket when i walk
reach for the man and the n-gga get the chalk
i got so much bands, wish my bands prolly talked
’cause i might just need some company chillin’ at the top, look (young rich squad)

[chorus]
yeah, they know i’m a hot n-gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n-gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n-gga
i get it though, n-ggas on the top now
had to get the benzerelli with the top down
got these b-tches droppin’ panties and they top down
haha, yeah, i take they top down
i ain’t tryna win a grammy, need the oscar
these n-ggas is some actors, impostors
i might eat filet up with the pasta
i be smokin’ dope like i’m muh’f-ckin’ rasta, b-tch

- joey trap

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