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Hot Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

Down Here Lyrics - Hot Boys

You know about the hot boys nigga, you know about the hot boys nigga 

Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here 

We have mo' murders than the days and a year down here 

You got coke we'd a make ya disappear down here 

You outta line we'd a leave ya block clear down here 

 

If you ain't from here, you better not come live down here 

We drank champagne we don't fuck with beer down here 

We straight snakes we come at'cha from the rear down here 

We straight guerrillas you get it how you live down here 

 

I'ma chopper toter I ain't never showed no fear 

I duct tape ya rope ya and cut ya from ear ta ear 

B Geezy is one of the hottest niggaz in the pad 

Get outta line with me and I'll leave ya shit flat 

 

Clickin' and clackin' blacka and bangin' ridin' at night 

Jackin' and slangin' hustlin' and peerin' man that's my life 

Baby, slim, fresh, juve, weezy, turk, that's my clique 

Disrespect 'em a get 'cha call ta the morgue quick nigga 

You know about the hot boys 

Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quick 

 

I come with, K's and glocks, ready ta spray the block 

Raise the spot, blica-blazin' hot 

See I'm the, youngest C.M.B. nigga holly grove hard hitter 

Get rid of niggaz if you come with the correct scrilla 

I'm on de'netha dela it turn me ta killer 

Say it's a shame 'cause Wayne an untamed guerrilla 

 

Ya got the dope and ya-ya you drop it like it burn 

I get that rope and tape and I gotta have yurn 

I know I'm raw I know I'm out thea' bad 

But I get it how I live 'cause that drought ain't playin' 

 

And I'm 'bout that cash, so I can bounce back fast 

So I gotta dress in black with dirty Reboks and mask 

Pass me the smell of braise let me blow out my brain 

I'm on the block, hotter than a trench ready ta do it again 

Lil' weezy hot boy have you feelin' the flames 

'Cause these blood stains, in ya, Hilfiger my man 

 

I ain't with that bull shittin' lil' one so take heave 

I ain't gonna stop until all of you bitches leave 

You mothafuckin' right I got a complex 

You mothafuckin' right I'm takin' hits, with a contract 

Been in nigga everywhere but under the foots 

I'm try'na take lil' daddy head outta the roots 

 

I'll catch him in the broad daylight I won't give a fuck 

Find me a illegal dice game we gon' fuck it up 

Because niggaz, try they best, ta catch me 

But I ain't, gonna let 'em, stretch me 

I'm not, abouta run, 'cause I'm a soulja 

I keeps, me a gun, when in that nolia 

 

My tongue, never lose, 'cause I'm a fool 

Ask a nigga who bout it, them AK's rule 

You better not be running through niggaz that I despise 

Catch you off ya bases leave the murder rate high 

 

Uptown is where I'm from Magnolia soulja 'til I die 

Keep a chopper with a drum realest they come ready ta ride 

I never been a hoe nigga I been 'bout drama 

Never hung with the young niggaz I run with the ol' timers 

 

Nigga want start something won't talk about you bring it 

If you up weight it don't stunt we leave you banged 

You didn't say you didn't, be a man don't be no hoe 

If you live by the gun then by the gun is how you go 

 

Niggaz don't fight no more all they do is slang that iron 

Niggaz they killin' slow that's how it go in 

Ain't no rules too this shit spread when you wan' spread it 

Shoot then talk later play it how you wan' play it 

 

You got a problem with me nigga we can do it how you wanna 

Spin a bend in broad daylight and I bet'cha you be a goner 

Shit nigga I'm goin' all out behind mine 

Burn your block down, at any given time nigga, what? 

Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? we come na tear it up, what? 

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