THANKYOUMOMO - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

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THANKYOUMOMO - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Momo] Don't let my n***as catch you in the streets n***a It's a cold world, but them heaters make you freeze n***a When they catch you lacking in the streets you gon see n***a If you talking beef, the heater hit you in your teeth n***a They want a feature, n***as asking what it cost n***a At the round table full of boss n***as ZOOTBOYS muthaf**a that's the squad n***a f**ing with my n***as, have you n***as seeing God n***a I-I-I-I'm in your ear like a Q-tip, my dudes with me, I do this Your bricks here, my n***as here We disappear when you lose it Th-th-these racks make your b**h wet I ain't trying to hit, only get neck In her mouth, my kids went I was born a legend that's kismet M-m-m-Momo he a savage He a wild muthaf**a M-m-m-Money on his mind Don't waste his time muthaf**a He don't even break a sweat, he on his grind muthaf**a If he catch you talking sh**, that sh** don't fly muthaf**a Th-th-th-these b**hes ain't sh** n***a They only f**ing with rich n***as Came through today, she used to say She gon give me neck when I get bigger Like what? b**h who the f** you think you is Now them b**hes down to f** They heard a n***a with sh**s (hold up) O-o-oh that's your new girl? Last night she called herself single She a freak b**h, she speak dick I call that b**h bilingual The last metaphor I said before went over your head My blocka filled with shattas It's overstep, over you dead Z double O, T, B, O, Y, S Never seen your hoe before today But she not yours no more, I digress The flow get them hiffy These hoes acting shiesty Bros over hoes be the code b**h it might be (x3) Bros over hoes be the code b**h it might be Backpack got that loud That pack loud, on that cloud Gon have y'all like Pacquiao This trap sh** my cash cow Been back since I cashed out Now I'm back to flipping them bricks Now I rap to feeling my sh** Ma** appeal to peeling your b**h, n***a Uhh, I'm a legend boy I have to be Used to be third, now I burn hotter than that degree Squad popping off like zits on kids with bad acne Rap gon be my FAFSA b, these n***as always mad at me Lyricist with a serious flow I stay puffing loud, y'all be hearing the dope okay No one round when you need it the most Only the squad hold it down, when you eating the broke n***a We-we-we sorta Minnesota's f**ing future A break from these lightweight rappers that they used to They fufu, they fufu Taking shot, they can take some shots but they gon lose two I'm a young trap lord, that's my occupation Man shout out to my lawyer, he gone beat the cases E-everybody know the flow cuz it's so amazing When I walk through, they hold door Thats my reputation L-lowkey, everybody know me My whole team winning Flow keep switching Hotter than the popo Or the pole we keep with them Hating n***as ain't louder than the dope we keep with them Dope n***a with flow bigger than most n***as Cold n***a, these hoe n***as is froze n***a Four rellos, roll right up in rotation Pa**ing blunts and ashing em on all your expectations b**h ZOOTBOYS