Ari Tha Homie - Too Hot..

It's Mr. Bitch-I-Need-No-Introduction fallin in yo function
Mixing up the feng-sui to make ya body posture
Switch up... a bit more funky than you figured
Hailing from the rings of saturn... I'm black as green lantern
Spitting, spitting, something like rambo
Fuck ha like django, she tryna take the d home
Be gone, lil hoe, i been up, since the plane landed
Hard worker hard headed gotta keep the pivot
No excuses it's just all reason
Since he been seizin i been seizing all season, yo for all reasons
Sneezing bitch i'm sick of these fucking socialites
Thinkin they can grab mics cuz my shit tight
Call for lead at cha head so keep it on the mic...
Fuckin wit some real homies it ain't tweets at nights
Bitch it's on site, five five wit nice form, and i bet these little knuckles do ya nice harm...
But aye, I just got some herb from the homie farm, green and gold my lucky charms...
And it's, blue and silver for the city hoe im silverstone
The silver surfer blow sativa then the homie gone

Throw Yo Hand In The Air...
And Wave Em Like You Just Don't Care

Written by:
Langston Chandler

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