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hot in here - ebk bckdoe lyrics

[intro]
(what you think, b?)
(want a little bit of ah*ah and a little bit of ah*ah)
(mir made the beat)

[chorus]
finna slide through and transform, feel like mani gorman
i just bought a four of purple juice and i ain’t even pour it
my old b*tch sell kitty kat, shoutout [?]
i might have to pull the move, b*tch, i’m finna score
aye, n*gga, it’s getting hot in here
make this b*tch give it up, she selling tw*t in here
free the hundun, baby, shoutout lil mir
what the f*ck that b*tch say? i ain’t even hear
[verse 1]
like what the f*ck that b*tch say? baby, come again
she suck my d*ck with two hands, i’m finna cum again
i left earlier, came back, i’m finna cut again
she was a whole lasher, shе selling b*tt again
b*tch, i feel like santan, shoutout joe kay
i might bеat this b*tch up, i had a long day
it’s getting hot in here, told this b*tch go the wrong way
she selling tw*t in here out the way, shoutout [?]
b*tch, i feel like [?], shoutout [?]
[?], that’s my only job
have my lil brother pull the move, i don’t need to rob
couple n*ggas from the westside, they used to bang the mob
but i ain’t gon’ speak about it
i just lost my dead pack, i’m finna tweak about it
how you lose 30 something k and never speak about it?
that n*gga said he on my head, n*gga, see about it

[chorus]
finna slide through and transform, feel like mani gorman
i just bought a four of purple juice and i ain’t even pour it
my old b*tch sell kitty kat, shoutout [?]
i might have to pull the move, b*tch, i’m finna score
aye, n*gga, it’s getting hot in here
make this b*tch give it up, she selling tw*t in here
free the hundun, baby, shoutout lil mir
what the f*ck that b*tch say? i ain’t even hear
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[verse 2]
what the f*ck that b*tch say? i don’t even know
southeast, nightinghanistan, 21*double*0
on a murder mission, skizy on, ’bout to pop the door
aye, double back, i just seen that n*gga at the store
lil bro, bang a left, i seen him walking out
if you tryna tax me for the bowls i’ma talk him down
if i can’t talk him down i’ma rob him for like every pound
i feel the murder in the air, n*gga, lay down
tag something, lash something, you ain’t lash sh*t
that n*gga think he really getting on with [?] sticks
i was on the road on i*5 with four fat b*tches
i’ma get rich or die trying ’cause it’s that serious
they ain’t got no more zemis, i don’t even know
bruh said something in his language, i shot up the store
i’m in here punching in, i ain’t even wrote
b*tch, it’s like my fifth album, i feel like the goat

- ebk bckdoe lyrics

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