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joey trap - hot boy lyrics

[intro]
young rich squad
yeah, haha, look

[chorus]
yeah, they know i’m a hot n_gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n_gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n_gga
i get it though, n_ggas on the top now
had to get the benzerelli with the top down
got these b_tches droppin’ panties and they top down
haha, yeah, and they top down
i ain’t tryna win a grammy, need the oscar
these n_ggas is some actors, they impostors
i might eat filet up with the pasta
i be smokin’ dope like i’m a rasta (young rich squad)

[verse 1]
ayy, why these n_ggas mad? ’cause i’m different, n_gga
why you b_tchin’, n_gga? you be snitchin’, n_gga
.33 up in the paint, like scottie pippen, n_gga
point and aim, i only shoot it if it flinchin’, n_gga
uh, n_gga get it back
i’m a hot n_gga ever since i sold the sack
remember, posted for the low, i’m stackin’ every pack
i can get whatever, tell me where you’re at

[chorus]
’cause they know i’m a hot n_gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n_gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n_gga
yeah, they know i’m a hot boy
come up on this block, make the wild noise
i ain’t talkin’ cheese, get ’em chopped, boy
your b_tch on her knees, she want top, boy (young rich squad)

[verse 2]
i get it though, i’m lavish
these n_ggas always mad ’cause the diamonds on me dancin’
i don’t mean to brag, but i’m plottin’ on the mansion
i’m lookin’ for expansion, i’m tryna get my bands in
need to get your cash up, she’s suckin’ with her ass up
i don’t give a f_ck, i’m in the bentley, i might just pass ya’
y’all be in the honda, i eat that benihana’s
i might just get attire, my whip is like a stallion
stars up in the wraith
vvs’, bezel face
i just pulled up clean, think a n_gga get the cake
seen a milly on ‘fore you n_ggas got a safe
i done put it in the bas_m_nt, you never had to faith
i be keepin’ bands in my pocket when i walk
reach for the man and the n_gga get the chalk
i got so much bands, wish my bands prolly talked
’cause i might just need some company chillin’ at the top, look (young rich squad)

[chorus]
yeah, they know i’m a hot n_gga
sort a thousand grams before i pop, n_gga
diamonds do they dance on the block with us
haters feelin’ hurt, like i shot, n_gga
i get it though, n_ggas on the top now
had to get the benzerelli with the top down
got these b_tches droppin’ panties and they top down
haha, yeah, i take they top down
i ain’t tryna win a grammy, need the oscar
these n_ggas is some actors, impostors
i might eat filet up with the pasta
i be smokin’ dope like i’m muh’f_ckin’ rasta, b_tch

- joey trap lyrics

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