Fabolous - Hot n***a lyrics

Fabolous] n***as got me on my Brooklyn sh** Aye, what I told 'em? I said Being hot get you the MVP Stayin' hot get you the hall of fame It's Loso (Brooklyn forever!) Shmurda, what up, son? Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh? 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 freakin', ho She want some hot n***a chillin' 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** 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 hatin' For my downfall, they really waitin' Hundred yardies, a hundred Haitians I'm a hot n***a by affiliation 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 slippin', 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 pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac And shawty give me neck till I pa** out And she just gettin' checks cause her a** out Makin' money, gotta be the fast route b**h, if you ain't f**in', better get yo' a** out Pow! Pow! That chopper make him Diddy Bop Free Slice Billy, let my billy rock And free Abilli, let Abilli 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 wit' ya thot cause I'm worth about a milli now n***as think cause we dancin' '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 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 leavin' 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 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? Poppin' Aces in the studio wit' Bobby 'nem Before all the labels started callin' him Cause b**h, I understand him cause I'm one of them So know you hatin' on me if you hatin' 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 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 poppin' 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 teamin', ho Mitch caught a body about a week ago f** wit' us and then we tweakin', ho Run up on that n***a, get to squeezin', ho Everybody catchin' 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** Got me on that go dumb sh**, man Trap mode in this muhf**a, hotter than a b**h Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank