Al final de la letra 'Hot Boys' podrás comentar sobre ella y acceder a más canciones de Freddie Gibbs.
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Hot Boys
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta G.I., Nigga)
Gangsta G.I., bitch
Yeah (we in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin' nigga)
Hit em with that real, you know what I'm sayin'
SKRT SKRT
Dopeboy...
Yeah yeah
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, ni*** ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Hundred pack of that good California
In the black Cadillac blowin' doja
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
I'm 400 Degreez on the corner
Bitch I'm whippin and shippin' your order
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Hit that bitch on the road I don't know ya
Spanish bitch with this dick on her boca
Spanish bitch hold this dick buenas noches
I was gone off a pill when I poked her
I was gone off that purp when I poked her
Hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out
Know that ni*** stay low when the po's out
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, ni*** ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Bitch I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Have a feast with my niggas, be choppin' paper
Package solid, my niggas don't got to weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Chop a hole in a hundred, so f*** a hater
Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated
Get a package, my ni*** you better weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, ni*** ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Bitch I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top