Hot Head

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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
 Hold on, what?
 Beat West, Beat West (ooh, ooh!)
 Ridin', what the fuck gon'-
 Hold on, hold on
 Beat body rave, bass ya guts (swag)
 I'm for the press, we'll get A+ (hold on)
 Chopper got hit at the cable
 Just pull up and kung, get your face fucked
 My ass is talkin' it throw J's up
 Speak on your bro 'cause you're gangsters
 These niggas is bitches, no makeup, straight up
 Armie Hammer got a banker, this shit make you wake up
 Bitch I'm illegal and knighted by gringos
 Who don't speak my lingo, don't copy my style
 I want my amigos, we smokin' on pringles
 Big cuts to my pringles, we ballin' like freako's
 Bitch I'm a beast, what I blew just like seafoam
 I sacked all my Fredo's and freed all my chicos
 Throughout all that chemo, I feel like a hero
 You pay and my people get wet like a speedboat
 You play with my people on Jesus' sofa
 Heard you pop me to beat, bitch I'm hot like Jehovah
 If a nigga wan' smoke said I'm hot like Jehovah
 We whoppin' this seven years, it's a takeover
 She eat out the cup while your bitch never sup it
 I'm still the same nigga used to ride and fuck her
 Now I'm eating bagels and be sippin' four Jacks
 I told her, "Get naked" then I had to fold
 You said it's your baby, but that bitch a goer
 She eat up the bowl and no I can't control her
 She boot up some more you know your bitch a smoker
 I keep me a forty, you know that bitch a smoker
 And the smoke is burning you like a toaster
 Baby like the water hot while I poach her
 Keep her dirty in the right and I host her
 Your forty sit on my lap just like a coaster
 Forty on me, Sean Kent
 Get smoked on the spot, pothead
 You don't want me to cut that lil' bro, he a hot head
 Fuck they all look like Heidi, nigga, I got bread
 Fuck do I look like hatin' brah, I got bucks
 Leave early, my gang gon' top for you, not us
 I slide with the pole, I'ma put the four five up
 I just pot like four bucks and I can't get my eyes up
 Get your bitch, be seein' her own shoes
 Catch her ass sleepin' we givin' her blues
 Bang him on his head if he wanna act rude
 I just signed a deal now I'm acting the fool
 That boy acting sleepy, I put him on snooze
 I'm blessin' your bit like I sneeze, now achoo
 She suckin' the meat while I sleep with IQ
 She smellin' like cookie, she don't wear perfume
 She smell like cookie, good dope
 Nigga, your daddy a lawyer, what you in the hood for?
 I got niggas scared to go to the hoods though
 You don't really be thuggin', your parents is good folk
 You ain't really talkin', you don't got no stripes
 You reach for this money, get hit with this pike
 And steal three of my niggas, I'm sending up kites
 Don't come to the west if you value your rights
 Hot Head want more gun
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
 

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Duration
02:11
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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