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hot niggaz - yid lyrics

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[verse 1: yid]
late night, i’m outside with the k!llers
what type of n*gga won’t slide for his n*ggas? that ain’t no real sh*t
i call caine [?] take you on a field trip
going through too much for one n*gga to deal with
she chose up on a real one, get out your feelings, n*gga
never tried [?] rap about k!lling n*ggas
shooters in the rental, they [?] where you be chilling, n*gga
f*ck them other n*ggas, cane city in the building, n*gga
honey burbin backwoods, finna roll them up
n*gga, f*ck you and that gang, n*gga, you be throwing up
book me for a show, and you know the kid showing up
all these b*tches on my d*ck, ’cause they see i’m blowing up
a hot lil n*gga, but a n*gga heart cold as f*ck
slide through the section, a n*gga must be bold as f*ck
i don’t want the b*tch if she ain’t [?] hoing up
big bruh got me some game, and y’all soaked it up

[chorus: yid]
sneak dissing in them raps, you need to stop, boy
say you getting money, when you really not, boy
bending corners, yeah, we looking for them opps, boy
used to have stocks, now it’s 30’s in them glocks, boy
eh, don’t get your silly ass popped, boy
if you looking for us, we’ll be posted on the block, boy
we got hard and we got soft, come and shop, boy
cold hearted n*gga, but they label me a hot boy
[verse 2: mozzy]
it was 30 for the watch and the chain
thought he [?] we just walk [?] bang
ain’t no calling out fades, the pebbles, i call them lil [?]
heavy metal, n*gga, no lil thangs
tell them stay in they lane
goon body sh*t, [?] through the vaines
black hoodie was imported from spain, they tryna [?] the game
i remember [?] quarters with [?]
now we foreign, beating corners with k’s
and it ain’t acording to age
anybody can get it, i sware
sit his lil ass down with no chair
you don’t want it, [?] n*ggas squares
[?]
getting [?] tell them we eating
you probably tell them i told you, if i tell you a secret
fat 40 with a stick underneath, better believe it
and we them ones really playing for keepers
and we know that you been staying over [?] hot boy sh*t

[chorus: yid]
sneak dissing in them raps, you need to stop, boy
say you getting money, when you really not, boy
bending corners, yeah, we looking for them opps, boy
used to have stocks, now it’s 30’s in them glocks, boy
eh, don’t get your silly ass popped, boy
if you looking for us, we’ll be posted on the block, boy
we got hard and we got soft, come and shop, boy
cold hearted n*gga, but they label me a hot boy

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