Oba Rowland - Hot 107.5

Oba Rowland feat. Sada Baby - HOT 107.5

HOT HOT HOT!
FEELING HOT HOT HOT!

Chorus 1:

Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,

Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way

S K U B A
And my nigga O B A

OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it


SADA Verse:

(HOLLUP!)

Johnny tapia
Me don’t eat tilapia

Lobster on me Ms
Versace Camoban

Gulla Gulla island
Drink Anejo with yo mama

You don’t want no problems
AR make him a Frittata

I caramba
I got hands I can rumble

Cross the border
Using bodies for bundles

Cha Cha mama
Shoot yo poppa for dollas

Guala SADA
Pop his collar with hollows

Manana Mexican for tomorrow
Skuba Steve Coca leaves I’m sourcing

No middleman I know Jorge
Pablo Escobar type of the de fortune

Can’t lock me up I’m a build me a fortress
You can’t do shit

Ricky Marty-an in my brand new Cartiers
Ricky Bobby paid driving any kind of way

Shoot up your Quinceanera
Fuck your get together again

Eddie Guerrero euro stepping with pure dope
Skuba Guerrero selling hardcore holly

Mariachi band with the Molly
Do the salsa dance on your auntie

In a Monte she gone take a Carload
Cross between Castro and Marlo

Bricks from Morocco with barcodes
Lil Niggas asking me what are those

HUH!!


Chorus 2:

Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,

Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way

S K U B A
And my nigga O B A

OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it


OBA Verse:

Mama told meBoy be careful
You my only son You special

You my only son No extras
And I don’t like these Niggas gestures

I said Mama, don’t you ever worry
I sleep with choppas and I wake up early

I made a promise and my niggas heard me
Oh yea them my partners, and they really murder

(Oh damn) oops, that’s off the record,
Take that off the record

Big bro taught me better
I am so embarrassed

I was born a Pharrell
You got poor genetics

You been poor forever
You I know will never

Cross the border for it
Almost deported for it

Me a migo,
You look like a trump supporter

Can’t tell I’m no informant
Don’t get lost like Dora thee explorer

Chop yo Ford Explorer
Duck to Bora Bora

I am Joe Pesci SADA Dinero
Chasing $Dinero

Good fellas but we are not the heros
Once a Nigga tried to run to Rio de Janeiro

Put the stick to his head like a sombrero
Feeling hot hot hot habanero

Seen the cops, had to blast the barrel
Bent the block they caught me at Valero

No comprenda me don’t speak a English

Bitch you fat and black
They told me I was petty

Yo bitch fuck with me the Longway Lisa Leslie

I ride de seite millas
Jugando Miguel

Dropped in Chanel like I’m in the
El Plaga cartel

Commission the bells
Javion Roger Goodell

Speak with yo mind
But say what you feel

Don’t pay me no mind,
Just pay me in Bills

Pussy!

Chorus 3:

Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,

Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way

S K U B A
And my nigga O B A

OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it

(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)

Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it

Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it

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