Dylan Ross - Hot To Touch lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.] "When I die, f** it, I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of sh**, it ain't hard to f**ing tell It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll prolly have me on some real strict sh** No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise f** that sh**, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talking some crazy sh** now, n***a) All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse” [Dylan Ross] Stealing outta purse Yeah [Verse 1] Nowadays medication bogs me down And I don't smoke Bobby Brown Rolling through another Northern California logging town Like who can stop me now I'm at the edge of success And I've seen the world for what it is and I am not impressed Prepared for the worst but I get the best I'm not tripping I'm dripping just like candle wax off of a b**hes breast Whipping with finesse I'm breaking thirty birds down in twenty-nine minutes And I ain't even finished yet 9th bar Kickin' in a hotel with five stars Golly Gee Wilikers I'm the Godliest by far I'm crazy with the biscuit If you made it to my sh**list I can turn this whole shindig into an Albanian picnic I'm busting sh** off like you shook me up and took the lid off I'm throwing bricks off of the high-rises hoping they hit ya'll I'm on my regalness I wanna women with a tattoo all across her neck That expresses her vegan-ness Veganism will leave you leaking jizzism I'm the Ross motherf**er out of Ohio Since DJ Prism Rest in Peace Prism Man [?] Came into Commonwealth extrodinare I don't do what the leman do [?] Intelligent not an imposter Fresher than banocka Beautiful women that look like Tracy Lord serving me pasta Kicking it like dung Smoking like a have an infinite lung Finna holler at little Gina Simmons Gifted by the power by nature f** The World I've also been known to stick my dick in the sun Yeah Dylan Ross and Contact Lens