Awol2Brazy - HotBoy

Hotboy Juvie in the kitchen turn the pan on
How the fuck you rich and you ain't even put ya man on
How you say you trill ain't got no principle to stand on
Bad chocolate bitch I'm a fuck her with my pants on
Hundred million dollars for the cliche that's what we plan on
Send my young hitta with the quickness get ya man gone
It's hot up in this bitch I told em' cut the fucking fan on
How you say you real ain't got no principles yeah

I used ride in stoleys now I pull up in a rolls royce
Rollie on my wrist these hatin' niggas gave me no choice
Fame on the net but in the streets niggas got no voice
Heard you sold ya soul for this shit and still a broke boy
Hundred million dollars for my cliche that's what the plans is
Niggas I don't know you and I don't know who ya mans is
My niggas just like Terminix pull up and we spraying shit
You riding with them niggas them gone be the ones you laying with
Hang up out the window sunroof or pull a walk down
Last nigga played with A2B his ass got chalked down
Bitch you ain't my dog you a fraud because you talked down
Back up on my shit I know they really bout to talk now

Hotboy Juvie in the kitchen turn the pan on
How the fuck you rich and you ain't even put ya man on
How you say you trill ain't got no principle to stand on
Bad chocolate bitch I'm a fuck her with my pants on
Hundred million dollars for the cliche that's what we plan on
Send my young hitta with the quickness get ya man gone
It's hot up in this bitch I told em' cut the fucking fan on
How you say you real ain't got no principles yeah

Real street nigga all these rappers having caps on
Ask them trappers bout me they gone tell you he get packs gone
Been on P shit work a bitch off a tracfone
Nigga caught me slipping ever since I keep a strap on
That nina like a dyke bitch ride me like a bike bitch
Let me fuck ya mouth I ain't tryna fuss and fight bitch
I know what you like bitch you know I'm on hot shit
These niggas broke miserable and ain't got shit
You say you the boss I think you a worker
You say you a dog I think you be perpin'
I can make a call they drop off them birdies
Flexing on these niggas man I did this shit on purpose ah

Hotboy Juvie in the kitchen turn the pan on
How the fuck you rich and you ain't even put ya man on
How you say you trill ain't got no principle to stand on
Bad chocolate bitch I'm a fuck her with my pants on
Hundred million dollars for the cliche that's what we plan on
Send my young hitta with the quickness get ya man gone
It's hot up in this bitch I told em' cut the fucking fan on
How you say you real ain't got no principles yeah

Written by:
Donatellio Folmar

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