Pac Man - Hot n***a lyrics

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Pac Man - Hot n***a lyrics

Don't listen to my music If you a hot n***a I make music for The Real And The trap n***as I never pay a b**h man They some gold diggers I know some n***as that Uh put you in a hole n***a I Know Some n***as That uh put 30 holes in you Yes I Am A Real Rapper And I'm A Laid n***a Long as I'm getting money I can't change my ways n***a They try to chain us up Like we some slaves n***a When im in DC I hang with soul takers BANDO Full Of Gold Like They Was the lakers These n***ahs Be Fake And They Lyrics Faker I Want A Big Ole House With Bout 10 Anchors I got a lot of n***as That complete A lot of capers I Got A lot of n***as That owe me a lot of Favors I'm Tryin be the head of the City just like the mayor Put My Kids in a b**h mouth Like It Was The day care Headed To The Top And only to the top If The Boy Faking Better tell the n***a Stop I'm Moving in out Like a nascar pit stop Hot n***as snitching they Naming the whole block Mother f** A Hot n***a n***as toating Strap n***as People got MACs n***as My n***as like to Zap n***as Some like to trap n***a Some Like To Rap n***a Some Like To Rap n***as I Don't hang with no Hot n***as This sh** is all Facts n***a Hot n***a is Goin snitch Hot n***a but A Cold b**h Give a hot n***a The whole clip Shmoney dance On his grave b**h Hot n***a won't Save sh** Seen A Cold n***a Turn hot quick Got my mans life And no options I'm steady chasing Paper While the Others Taking naps n***as moving Slow So you know I'm bout To lap I never talk on the phone Cause them lines tap n***as like f** school Them n***as like the trap A trap can't get you Million So I'm uh stick to rap n***as better stop frauding For they in a body bag Cause lying and deceiving Can Get a n***a Toe Tagged A dead son or daughter Will have a mother so sad These n***as be thugs We'll I guess I'm Shaq And If These n***as Sell Drugs Where the f** they be at These n***as Claim they k**as But ain't got a strap All that sh** about loyalty These n***as be Rats I'm Arsonist I'm Burning Up If ain't About money I Don't give a f** You wanna take from Me go try your luck Turn a n***a Red Like a pair of chucks Got Some Trap n***as That keep a gun tucked They Moving sh** Like a Delivery Truck I'm From DC Where They Don't Give A f** Where n***as will get Your Mans plucked