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letra de hot - mike bars

[hook: mike bars]
she think i’m hot
she say i’m hot
she think i’m hot
yeah, she say i’m hot

[verse 1: bourne reddi]
she told me that i’m hot, i told her get in the drop
like baby, you can keep your shirt, long as you givin me top
still rollin with mike and we in the fast lane
rockin’ all gold everything, trinidad james
usually, i brutally destroy a beat or two or three
so get used to me k!llin’ tracks and then rappin’ the eulogies
f-cking with my team? hospital bound
leave you -ssed out like a hospital gown
never on that ho sh-t, wanna pull my card? then go fish
i’m so sick, i’m liable to shut the hospital down
people sweating future; it’s time to set the clocks back
he’ll never be responsible for bringing hip hop back
real lyricists ain’t tryna hear that sh-t
you got a couple catchy choruses, but yeah that’s it
no library card, huh? that explains why your story didn’t check out
but i get that dough, tic tac toe
cause for every single “oh!” another n-gga getting x’d out!
you’re not big, and you are not pac
no estas caliente…you are not hot

[hook]

[verse 2: karess]
she say i rap sick, i’m like aye, relax, quick and blaze a fat swish’
i’m layin back lit, why you smellin’ like similac, baby back b-tch?
i ain’t into that hatin -ss sh-t
fitted cap, skinny cat, yeah baby thats it
and im still gonna beat it like an 80’s smash hit
yup, i properly spit flows, so rock with a pimp
and hop in the whip though, chronic bag thick
i’m talkin a sh-t load, knockin back sticks
cuz pot is essential, chop instrumentals
sittin in the ‘lac, twistin up a sack
got b-tches in the back tryna listen to me rap
homie im the truth, n-ggas wanna act
show up to the booth, twisted off the yack
i go in there, im juiced, your flow compared to who’s?
you know i never lose, n-gga
cause i’m as sl!ck as fish grease
mister clean with the 16’s
pimpin with ease, twistin big leaf
sickest emcee, sh-t g, i mean at least that’s what your b-tch think
f-ckin d-ck weed

[hook]

[verse 3: mike bars]
i’m so hot, they should make a sequel
cause i won’t stop ’til i break the needle
only cracker that can rap with the swagger to make you snap
and forget about marshall, like jason segal
but i’m j. cole, cause i make dope beats
so i game hoes like it’s halo 3
while you stay broke, cause you play shows free
and now i make dough, cuz i’m h-o-t
k, first off, you gon’ get curb stomped, and your face burnt off, cause i’m hot as lava
then this gun and umbrella might put you under the weather, so keep on runnin’ together like someone dropped the comma
i’m flame, yeah b-tch, i’m fire
somebody better tell ’em, like they ripped the flier
and i’mma heat it, then eat it, like i dont need it
i mean it, ill beat it up until your b-tch gets tired
she make it bounce like it’s a bad check
then give me deep throat… that giraffe neck
if speedings illegal, then somebody call the fuzz
now you’re up in the fetal position and all because

[hook]

[chants]
make that toast, put b-tter on the sh-t x4
f-ck your baby daddy ho x4
tell that n-gga that n-gga ain’t sh-t x4
tell that b-tch she need to fix her weave x4
tree house gang, your squad ain’t sh-t x4

- mike bars

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