Make It Hot Lyrics - Singles - Danja Mowf

(make it hot) x2 

Uh! uh! ah! 

Chorus 

I make it hot! (how hot? ) hot enough to fry 

(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july 

(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two 

(I make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you 

(make it hot) 

Verse 1: danja mowf 

It's so hard to say goodbye, so i 

Take with me the memory of your good try 

You could fry like grease in the skillet 

I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef? kill it! 

Squash it, coz your girl was like, "oh my gosh!" 

It's just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it 

Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with some new shit 

Who, shit, you? shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!) 

I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew, shit 

I get funky as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (shit!) 

Yeah yeah baby hah! 

Tryin' to see my style is like tryin' to see to panama! 

Nah! mo' like, tryin' to stop a cannon ball! 

Nah! mo' like, shavin' with a chainsaw! 

Nah! blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!) 

I can make no sense and I can still be raw 

Chorus x2 

Verse 2: lonnie b 

Lonnie b and danja mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight up 

(what!) 

That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up 

Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader 

When it's time to set it off, I show my ass, like jada (uh!) 

(make it hot) 

I rock like raider (what!), hit me on my pager 

If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava 

Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us 

Coz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!) 

I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper 

But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', i'ma take her 

Taste her, no need to rape her 

Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the center for the lakers 

I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!) 

Unless you talkin' 'bout a playstation or a sega 

And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the vapors 

Peace party people, ha haa! catch you later 

Chorus x2 

We make it hot! 

(make it hot) 

[erykah badu on "on & on"]: "the-the-the-the world keeps burning!" 

We make it hot! 

(make it hot) 

"the---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!" (uh-huh!) 

We make it hot! 

(make it hot) 

"the-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!" (uh!) 

We make it hot! 

"the-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!" 

Verse 3: danja mowf & lonnie b 

I keep burning down your world 

Long as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl 

On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound girl 

Fat! doing me is like a thousand pound curl 

Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pound pearl 

Priceless, on the mic 

Just bustin' nuts like a thousand pound squirrel 

I hurl, a thousand mcs in the b'rrel (what!) 

And mix 'em up and drink 'em like moet, till I hurl! 

Rappers don't understand, I live day to day for a battle 

Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!) 

Who you? coz I'm that brotha who can do you 

Quicker than sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju 

Yeah, I used to goo-goo 

Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like toilet water splashes when you 

Doo-doo 

All y'all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!) 

Are just like blind men having sex 

You don't know who you fuckin' with! 

(hoo! I don't even believe you sayin' that shug!) 

Go ahead, coz I'm just tryin' to make hot 

(how hot? ) hot enough to fry 

(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july 

(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two 

(I make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you 

Chorus 

(make it hot) x2