Young $teez FYM - Too Hott 4 TV

I'm a beast let off the leash and I'm a dog without the fleas, Young $teez fuck you mean

HOT
Boy that boy on fire, can you catch 'em, I think not (Uh huh)
Pretty bitches chillin' and you know I'm wit the $quad (Gang gang gang)
A nigga try me, guaranteed I pull that thang, it's gone go FIH (Pew pew)
And somebody better put me out, kos that boy is on fire

Got some loud and it's potent (Gas)
Got thrown in the game wit no coachin'
I'm mix n mastering the potion (Drank)
Girl, all I want is your devotion (Gimme dat)
(What's with all that commotion?)
Kos Champagne bottles what we toastin'
Get fired up, nigga we roastin' (BOY)
Water drippin off my neck, look like the ocean ($plash)
I'm killin' the track, boy I got it (MINE)
A nigga can try me, but i doubt it
Bitch I ain'tcha father, but I'm Daddy
Pimpin' the microphone glady
I done had a lotta fun with the Ashley's
I'm tryna get me a Chelsea (Come here girl)
Put a ring on it if if she let me
But I'm married to the game, that's faithfully (Yep)
Ain't nothing you can take from me (Nah)
Kos I got it all out the mudd
Fuck the D.A., the jury, the judge (Fuck 'em)
Getting high, lookin' down from above (Gone)
Take the charge, I go down for my boyz (Gang)
Take the charge, I go down wit my $quad (Gang)
That's just how my loyalty runs
I pay a lawyer, beat the charge (Whoo)

Maxed out all my credit cards (Get 'em)
I'm bussin' like Cleo on Set It Off
I hold grudges, I don't let it go (Nope)
I got a new choppa, Ima let it go
Free $moke, Free $moke, all you niggas can get that Free $moke
This shit easy, like a free throw
Young Rokko Valentino

Written by:
John Garneaux

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