Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come and get some Playin' my position, hot Nixon
? It's these gold girl and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys Wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys You done fucked
It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys, wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys [Turk] You
I spots my target and let'em go in the wind Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind One after another, another, & another How dey come slippin'n out the clip See 'em
tip for fucking with him I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em I
You know about the hot boys nigga, you know about the hot boys nigga Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here We have mo' murders than
the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' C4 them down, let 'em burn
Artist: Hot Boys Album: Let' Em Burn Song: Off Wit Ya Head Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com [B.G.] y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga don
Artist: Hot Boys Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Spin Tha Bend Typed by: TLFreeCity@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist [Verse 1: B.G.] Get off
ball (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot) The Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Young Riders [Baby] Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out Watch how they lay it down [Juvenile
a camoflouge AK I spots my target and let'em go in the wind Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind One afta' another and another How they come slippin out the clips see 'em
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Lac Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Up in the Hood [Lil' Wayne] huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of
, I made it Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel Dance on 'em,
me you can throw me a dolla hey shorty over there with the big ol' hips enough to lil heart broker let me give you a fix now we can burn and burn can
about the dirty South Put 'em up, put 'em up It's that Southern fried shit all in your mouth Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up What y'all know about
'll be whatever you call this I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this And burn you, so
a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em Shut em down like D-Town and the homie