Chris Brown - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

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Chris Brown - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Fabolous] n***as got me on my Brooklyn sh**, aye, what I told 'em? I said Being hot get you the MVP, staying hot get you the hall of fame It's Loso, Brooklyn forever, Shmurda, what up, son? Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh? [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya chick I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down And I just caught that body like a week ago Real quick, click clack, get to freaking, ho She want some hot n***a chilling out in Mykonos Or thot n***as all summer, every weekend, ho I ain't no k**er but don't push me, yo I had 'em k**ers in yo bushes, yo Them trick n***as splurge on the p**y, yo You give me one day, I'll Purge on that p**y, yo You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played On my 90s flow, n***a, Young OG sh** On my GSC, Meet the Family sh** [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Can't hold you forever, you gon' get a date Tell 'em free my n***a Critter Mate Hold ya head to all my n***as in the state D-Block, GS9, n***a, get it straight Got the semi and fully on me Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me I know you shocked, right? They got me on bully, homie It's fake love cause they really hating For my downfall, they really waiting Hundred yardies, a hundred Haitians I'm a hot n***a by affiliation [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them coppers sh** All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick I got four hoes and some Hen, some low pros on my Benz And if I catch that n***a slipping, I'mma shut him down Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds, better cool out I'm nice with the hands, you keep talking that sh**, I'll knock you out A n***a be picking you up off of the ground for thinking you 2Pac And shawty give me neck 'til I pa** out And she just getting checks cause her a** out Making money, gotta be the fast route b**h, if you ain't f**ing, better get yo a** out [Verse 4: Rowdy Rebel] Pow, pow, that chopper make him Diddy Bop Free Slice Billy, let my billy rock And free A-billi, let A-billi out When Flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock Made Diddy shmoney dance right on Biggie block Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out When Fresh pull up in that brand new yop Watch me slide off with ya thot cause I'm worth about a milli now n***as think cause we dancing 'round, n***as won't get shot That's Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known to pop up on the block These p**y n***as better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot And these f** n***as don't come around cause they know they gon' get shot [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] f** around and get ya sh** popped Like hanging out too long on 91st and Winthrop See, you the type to probably get got See, this where all the f**ery n***a sh** stop Shawty climb this money mountain to the tip-top (get it) Throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (watch) Stayed with the heat, they call me Chris Bosh Angry cause n***as see me leaving the b**h block Shout my n***a Web, shout my n***a Luger Free my n***a Smiles, free my n***a Scooter I suggest you probably pray to Buddha Conglomerate and GS9 n***as full of shooters [Verse 6: Yo Gotti] Let's talk about a hot n***a My dogs'll sit and watch, n***a f** the judge, we never cop, n***a Who the first to bring that Lambo on the block, n***a? Popping Aces in the studio with Bobby 'nem Before all the labels started calling him Cause b**h, I understand him cause I'm one of them So know you hating on me if you hating on them Memphis shooters, that's who we are Made a million out a gla** jar Cocaine, I got dope bars My n***a Snootie just caught a gun charge f** a law, we gon' ride strapped, b**h We be bout that beef, f** that rap sh** And free my n***a Meek, I'm on my Philly sh** And my New York b**h from Dyckman, she Dominican [Verse 7: Bobby Shmurda] Grimy savage, that's who we are Grimy shooters dressed in G-Star GS9, I go so hard But GS for my Gun Squad And b**h, if it's a problem, we gon' gun brawl Shots popping out the AR I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw Broad daylight and we gon' let them thangs bark Tell them n***as free Meeshie, ho Some way, free Breezy, ho And tell my n***as Shmurda teaming, ho Mitch caught a body about a week ago f** wit' us and then we tweaking, ho Run up on that n***a, get to squeezing, ho Everybody catching bullet holes n***as got me on my bully, yo I'mma run up, put that gun on him I'mma run up, go dumb on him n***as got me on that young sh** Got me on that go dumb sh** [Outro: Bobby Shmurda] Got me on that go dumb sh**, man Trap mode in this motherf**er, hotter than a b**h Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank

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