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letra de hot box - k2

“third go crazy”

[hook]
heard your n-gga dead and gone i ain’t tripping, ha-ha
in the car blowing pressure windows up, hot box
i dont do the drive-bys i be leaving hop-outs
in the trap with some n-ggas that be whipping hot pots
i ain’t even gotta go in ’cause a n-gga out now
n-ggas think i’m polo g the way a n-gga “pop out”
i’m in love with the spinach make ’em n-ggas think i’m popeyes, i’m gon turn up in the party like elvis presley i rock out

heard your n-gga dead and gone i ain’t tripping, ha-ha
in the car blowing pressure windows up, hot box
i dont do the drive-bys i be leaving hop-outs
in the trap with some n-ggas that be whipping hot pots
i ain’t even gotta go in ’cause a n-gga out now
n-ggas think i’m polo g the way a n-gga “pop out”
i’m in love with the spinach make ’em n-ggas think i’m popeyes, i’m gon turn up in the party like elvis presley i rock out

[verse]
i’m not your average rapper i be listening to exotic hoe
she a virgo i think i got me an exotic hoe
she got that grade a uh, eligible for honoral
momma sending me back i’m like what you want out the store
feeling like “tk” in cash hit it 3 times in a row
every time a n-gga high i get to feeling low
like a curtain you know a n-gga ain’t never fold
like a stripper my n-ggas known for clutchin’ on poles
i got some n-ggas out that “nawf” and some throwing 4’s
a n-gga turnt up now a n-gga used to rock girbauds
i’m a addicted to the “benjis” like a narco
sh-t what you trying to do? n-gga yeah i thought so
kick a n-gga dead up in his sh-t like i’m naruto
how you reppin’ off a play that you ain’t never caught hoe
pants full of creases i ain never use starch though
first name keynyn i ain’t never met kel though
i be handing gram for gram but still catching sells though
you claiming that you solid, but i know that you would tell hoe
so i got to stay away and keep my distance
anything i even told a n-gga i meant that
any sin a n-gga ever did i repent that
in the kitchen whipping hard looking like a chemist
tell her turn her ass around like her first name timmy

[hook]
heard your n-gga dead and gone i ain’t tripping, ha-ha
in the car blowing pressure windows up, hot box
i dont do the drive-bys i be leaving hop-outs
in the trap with some n-ggas that be whipping hot pots
i ain’t even gotta go in ’cause a n-gga out now
n-ggas think i’m polo g the way a n-gga “pop out”
i’m in love with the spinach make ’em n-ggas think i’m popeyes, i’m gon turn up in the party like elvis presley i rock out

- k2

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