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hot nigga (remix) - bobby shmurda lyrics

[intro: fabolous]
heavy hitter
n-ggas got me on my brooklyn sh-t (huh)
ayy, what i told ’em? i said
bein’ hot get you the mvp (yeah)
stayin’ hot get you the hall of fame
it’s loso, brooklyn forever
shmurda, what up, son?
brooklyn, what up, son?
jahlil beats, holla at me
huh?

[verse 1: fabolous]
yo, i hit my shmoney dance when i caught the l1ck
i hit my shmoney dance when i caught ya chick
i bobby shmurdered that when she came ’round (came ’round)
threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
and i just caught that body like a week ago (week ago)
real quick, cl1ck clack, get to freakin’, ho
she want some hot n-gga chillin’ out in mykonos
or thot n-ggas all summer, every weekend, ho (all summer)
i ain’t no k!ller but don’t push me, yo (don’t push me, yo)
i had ’em k!llers in yo’ bushes, yo (bushes, yo)
them trick n-ggas splurge on the p-ssy, yo (uh)
you give me one day, i’ll purge on that p-ssy, yo
you ain’t seen these kicks since like the fifth grade (fifth grade)
back when bo jackson and ken griffey played (uh)
on my ’90s flow, n-gga, young og sh-t (young og sh-t)
on my gsc, meet the family sh-t

[verse 2: jadakiss]
can’t hold you forever, you gon’ get a date (get a date, uh)
tell ’em free my n-gga critter mate (critter mate)
hold ya head to all my n-ggas in the state (hold ya head)
d-block, gs9, n-gga, get it straight (get it straight)
got the semi and fully on me (fully on me, brrrrr)
gloves, mask and a hoodie on me
‘case we need to steal a v, i got the pully on me (yeah)
i know you shocked, right? they got me on bully, homie (bully, homie, ahh)
it’s fake love ’cause they really hatin’ (really hatin’, yeah)
for my downfall, they really waitin’ (really watin’, yup)
100 yardies, a 100 haitians (boop!)
i’m a hot n-gga by affiliation

[verse 3: chris brown]
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’ma shut him down
let my homies separate his body, call that seven pounds, better cool out
i’m nice with the hands, you keep talkin’ 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 ’til 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

[verse 4: rowdy rebel]
pow, pow, that chopper make him diddy bop (diddy bop)
free slice billy, let my billy rock (free slice billy, lil’ b-tch)
and free a-billi, let a-billi out (let a-billi out, b-tch)
when flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock (bloaw, bloaw)
made diddy shmoney dance right on biggie block (right on biggie block)
make him bring 100 bands and the city out (bring the city out, bih’)
when french pull up in that brand new yacht (ha)
watch me slide off with ya thot (ha) ’cause i’m worth about a milli now
n-ggas think ’cause we dancin’ ’round, n-ggas won’t get shot (bloaw)
that’s bobby shmurda, not bobby brown, known to pop up on the block (bloaw, bloaw)
these p-ssy n-ggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot (that thot)
and these f-ck n-ggas don’t come around ’cause they know they gon’ get shot (hahaha)

[verse 5: busta rhymes]
f-ck around and get ya sh-t popped
like hangin’ out too long on 91st and winthrop (bloaw!)
see, you the type to probably get got (it’s a joke, n-gga)
see, this where all the f-ckery n-gga sh-t stop (ah!)
shawty climb this money 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 (uhhh)
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

[verse 6: yo gotti]
let’s talk about a hot n-gga
my dogs’ll sit and rot, n-gga (rot, n-gga)
f-ck the judge, we never cop, n-gga (f-ck)
who the first to bring that lambo on the block, n-gga? (skrrt)
poppin’ aces in the studio with bobby ‘nem (shmurda)
before all the labels started callin’ him (i heard ’em)
’cause b-tch, i understand him ’cause i’m one of them (i am)
so know you hatin’ on me if you hatin’ on ’em (bang, bang, bang)
memphis shooters, that’s who we are (we are)
made a million out a gl-ss jar (beep!)
cocaine, i got dope bars (dope bars)
my n-gga snootie just caught a gun charge (hey!)
f-ck a law, we gon’ ride strapped, b-tch (strapped, b-tch)
we be ’bout that beef, f-ck that rap sh-t (f-ck)
and free my n-gga meek, i’m on my philly sh-t (free my n-gga meek)
and my new york b-tch from dyckman, she dominican (hey!)

[verse 7: bobby shmurda]
grimy savage, that’s who we are (we are)
grimy shooters dressed in g-star (star)
gs9, i go so hard (hard)
but gs for my gun squad (let’s go!)
and b-tch, if it’s a problem, we gon’ gun brawl (bloaw, n-gga)
shots poppin’ out the ar (bloaw, n-gga)
i’m with trigger, i’m with rasha, i’m with a-raw (b-b-bloaw, n-gga)
broad daylight and we gon’ let them thangs bark (boop!)
tell them n-ggas free meeshie, ho (meeshie, ho)
subwave, free breezy, ho (breezy, ho)
and tell my n-ggas shmurda teamin’, ho (shmurda teamin’, ho)
mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago
f-ck with us and then we tweakin’, ho
run up on that n-gga, get to squeezin’, ho (squeezin’, ho)
everybody catchin’ bullet holes (boop, boop, boop!)
n-ggas got me on my bully, yo (they got me)
i’ma run up, put that gun on him (gun on him)
i’ma run up, go dumb on him (dumb on him)
n-ggas got me on that young sh-t (that young sh-t)
got me on that go dumb sh-t (dumb sh-t)

[outro: bobby shmurda]
got me on that go dumb sh-t, man
trap mode in this motherf-cker, hotter than a b-tch
ayo, pour up, i need some more drank

- bobby shmurda lyrics

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