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Missy Elliott
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Hot Boyz (Dirty Remix F NaS Eve)
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Forty side felony, felony, Misdemeanor
The charge is murder, Escobar CB on bikes
I'm switching gears, headlights, shine so bright
Bitches freeze like deers
Them fiends want that deep boy
Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy
Push ya where ya rest in peace boy
Get your mama's house shot up
Bodies all chopped up when them bodies pop up
I ain't getting' locked up, my Bentley cruise the block
With the sun roof top, hood rats jumpin' on my jock
'Cause I blew up the spot
Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system
My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in
It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up
Brave heart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us
What's your name 'cause I'm impressed?
Can you treat me good? I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy, a fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself? Can I move with you?
Do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more
I'm a fly girl and I like those
Hot boyz, baby you got what I want
See 'cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
Hot boyz, baby you got what I want
See 'cause y'all be driving' Jaguars
And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's
Is that your car, the SK-8? Are you riding alone? Can I be your date?
Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me
Got some friends, can they come too?
Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy and I like those
Hot boyz, baby you got what I want
See 'cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
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Hot boyz, baby you got what I want
See 'cause y'all be driving' Jaguars
And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's
You only take 'em thugged out
Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out
Know the job ain't getting done
Until the body getting drugged out
Hot boy, keep me right
Play your part and I'll keep it tight
Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night
But up in the sheets with me, aight
Gangsta, true to your gang, street master
You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster
Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat
Soldier, cash money, rule your world
What's topping that? S 4 3 0 keep me on my toes
Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows
He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it
Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it
If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride
Brick house stallions, keep thugs open wide
'Illadelph's best E V E stay committed, mess with many
But if he ain't the realer, I ain't with it, with it
Yo, mommy what the deal? ain't no heat fuckin' hotter
Than the heat a nigga hold, I think you really should be told
That I deal with long shafts that keep a long blast
(Blast)
Now look at a nigga and peel off fast
(Come on)
Word, you got your girlfriend, word, she can get it too
Fuck it though, I'm honest yo, I'm saying though
Let's play it through, getting cinematic with it, niggas
If you got it, hit it, fuck the dumbness, hit it till its numbness
Hot boy, baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me?
I be lovin' you like endlessly
(Everyday all day)
Hot boy, baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me?
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