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Hot Hot Hot
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uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah
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uh, uh, uh
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I was swerving thru Queens
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Fully growin' benz
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Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system
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Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
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Rappin' to my mens
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Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly
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My ?? is
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The smo mo, crept up nice and slow
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Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
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Crease my scar peice
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Laid back in my seat
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Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets
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Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge
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Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college
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Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne
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She lived on the southside, so bring things on
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Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop
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Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks
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Your carmake me hot hot hot
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You just make me just hot hot hot
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Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
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They make me hot hot hot
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Baby boy don't stop stop stop
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You keep me hot hot hot
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I'm a take you for all you've got
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Baby girl just stop stop stop
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Check this out, uh
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She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York
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We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
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Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
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I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that
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We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde
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Scooby dooby hizza
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I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit
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Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh
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I've got her right where I want her
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Reality about to creep up on her
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Stroke her softly, gently with my G
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While the light reflects off my icp
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Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
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Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer
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I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop
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I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot
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Your car makes me hot hot hot
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You just make me just hot hot hot
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I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
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They make me hot hot hot
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Baby boy just don't stop stop stop
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You keep me hot hot hot
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I'll take you for all you've got
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Baby girl just stop stop stop
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Check yourself, uh
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You burst out of semi-???
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She pulled down the staps to her dress
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Reached in the ? sparked up sess
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Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ??
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She said "Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,
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and give up girl to push whips?"
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Never miss some spiritual down to my bone
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Why you takin' jumbo in that zone
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She said "I would do anthing for ?????
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Give deep ? to ? man coats
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Take off my ??
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Drop to my knees"
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Talking in my face
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Breath smelling like cheese
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I asked her
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Shorty you degrade yourself
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Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf
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You turnin' me off, I can't lie
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Keisha said "why?"
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I said, "yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,
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then he correct that"
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Ice is the price for an overnight wife
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A true shark caller don't want that in his life
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So all you ladies that are selling you're souls
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You need to put you hooker vibes on hold
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Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,
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Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow
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Your car makes me hot hot hot
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You just make me hot hot hot
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I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
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They make me hot hot hot
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Baby boy don't stop stop stop
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You keep me hot hot hot
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I'm a take you for all you've got
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Baby girl just stop stop stop
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Check yourself, uh
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Your car makes me hot hot hot
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You just make me hot hot hot
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I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
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They make me hot hot hot
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Baby boy don't stop stop stop
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You keep me hot hot hot
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I'm a take you for all you've got
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Baby girl just stop stop stop
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Check yourself, uh
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Repeat and fade
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Hot Hot Hot
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