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Sticky Fingaz - Hot Now lyrics
[Chorus - x2] Let's get it hot now baby I keep it gully til I drop dead baby I told you I ain't got an option baby I came too far just to stop now baby But yo yo [Sticky Fingaz] Yo we blowin 'em up, holdin 'em up Swolen 'em up, gang signs throwin 'em up All these guns don't make me have to open 'em up I'll open you up, doctors be sewen you up If you a soldier flags they gon' be foldin 'em up Every month like PMS, I get the quote of the month Like I give a fuck, I walk away holdin my nuts Rollin a dutch, everything that's stolen I touch Better lace your boots and cock ya fours And give these niggaz what they askin for Cause they ain't seen ya face in the streets for a while Let 'em know you got heat and you puttin it down [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] A'yo no fuckin around, buckin around Duckin 'em down, believe me son, shuttin 'em down If you commercial put yo' ass under the ground That's why your wife could never be found when I be in town You probly taste me when you be tonguin her down Cause I don't listen - she told me not to cum in her mouth Thuggin her out, love don't live in this house I'm talkin sex, money, murder ma that's all I'm about You better grab her by the hair, slap her ass some more And give these bitches what they askin for Cause they ain't seen a nigga this live in a while Let 'em know you go deep when you dickin 'em down [Chorus] |
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