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neighborhood hot boii - skrilla lyrics

[verse 1: skrilla]
i’m the neighborhood hot boy, i am not the one (no, for real)
bring the scat pack out the johnny, boy, the hottest one
i ain’t smoke you, but my n*gga did
7.62’s to the body, two to the head
you toting on them glizzies, we tote on them drac’s
draco got them thot lips, don’t make her kiss your face (muah, muah!)
my dog keep asking hold the drac’, but i’ma hold it down (i got it)
b*tch, i’ma hulk*smash on a n*gga, n*gga come around (grr!)
b*tch, i’m sipping red, yellow, green, i’m sipping ‘tussin next (dirty, dirty)
pop a perc’, i’m percolating, they like, “‘sup with that?” (percies!)
b*tch, i’m like, “what’s up with you?”
throw your set up if i f*ck with you (dog food!)
with some k!llers in the johnny, eat up, they going to shoot
ooh, shoot to k!ll when esco comе around (shoot to k!ll)
ooh, i pop a pill whenever i’m in town (pеrcies!)
ooh, i break the board, i break the glass, i’m shaking
methamphetamine, meth in my body, i be baking
d*mn, ‘sco, why you do that to ’em?
why you had shoot at them n*ggas? i thought they was cool (what the f*ck?)
why you had to jam your man? i thought the bull was cool (oh my f*ck)
why you keep on shooting n*ggas? we going to get into it (oh my god!)

[verse 2: johnny esco]
stop playing with me, desie on my waist
and i aim it at your face, disrespect, you get erased, b*tch
all dirty harry my situation
ya’ll chalk him with the 7, it will never leave a trace, n*gga
for the paper, i’m on a chase
i’m already at the finish line, you n*ggas in the race
i’m ready to die and plus i’m notorious
i been a bad boy like i’m biggie and mase
run up in your house while your mom saying grace
and put your face in the plate, n*gga, you don’t get a taste, b*tch
pardon my manners, yeah, i been a gangster
and plus i bend that five*star spangled banner, n*gga
huh, you better keep your hammer
with all that flashing, better shoot like a f*cking camera
clips like bananas, have a n*gga jerking, he’s a dancer
they’ll never take me alive, n*gga, i’m esco montana
[outro: skrilla]
i’m the neighborhood hot boy, i am not the one (no, for real)
bring the scat pack out the johnny, boy, the hottest one
i ain’t smoke you, but my n*gga did
7.62’s to the body, two to the head
you toting on them glizzies, we tote on them drac’s
draco got them thot lips, don’t make her kiss your face (muah, muah!)
my dog keep asking hold the drac’, but i’ma hold it down (i got it)
b*tch, i’ma hulk*smash on a n*gga, a n*gga come around (grr!)

- skrilla lyrics

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