FL Lotto - Hot Shit lyrics
[FL Lotto - Hot Shit lyrics]
If all the serpents would surface
‘stead of circling my circumference
Certainly I’d stay comfortable
Steadily bumping to something
Surf the server and serve a server
Solely spitting sermons with fervor
Forever a fever pitched pervert
Flipping nouns and verbs and proverbs
Proceeding forward
The logical step is Lotto is next up
A nigga so fresh, man
I gotta get my prerequi -sites
My niggas are wit it if "it" is the shit's
And you looking for great? But dawg
I’m good as it gets
I’ll make a splinter cell outta any
Master Splinter ratting ass nigga
Made a dinner out his bitch’s beaver
Said she was the winner
Cause she cumming first and what is worse
Is I ain't even enter yet
If my tongue game is godly
Then girl my dick gon be heaven sent
If I ever meant anything that I ever said
It's that I ain't finished yet
I won't stop til I own my own dealerships
‘stead of doing this dealer shit
I mean it man i mean, I done seen it all
That means I can be the man but I’m
So casual about the casualties
Body count is racking up
Acid like a battery
Boy you just ain't black enough
You speaking proper, plus you’re clean?
You premadonna you ain't from these streets
Put this heater on you
Show you what it means to be bout it bout it
Man y’all don't know my struggle so
Don't you ever doubt it
We ain't birds of a feather
But if this nerd can take these words
And change his purpose for better
Then unearth some of that herb
Nigga I’m down for whatever
It's the scholarship chasing
Still still stressed
So im still blunt facing
Learned patience is the key
Gotta fake it til you make it
No stations on the radio are playing my shit
But like Rihanna’s face baby I’m
Just taking my hit's
No Tribe, No Quest, No Scenario
Leader of the New School, I’m busting rhymes
Bump N Grind, playing on the stereo
Room spinning, sitting still
Call that shit a merry-go
Round go down and I’m licking on her Areo la
No coke, no cola
Hidden in the back of the Motorola
Yola, whippin in the pot
Dirt up on my shoulders, finna dust it off
Feeling like she finna call me daddy
Finna Ben-Gals over like it's Cincinnati
Paddy wagon passing, crazy like a taxi
Padded like a maxi
Fashionable, so I smash a baddie
Every nationality
‘stead of circling my circumference
Certainly I’d stay comfortable
Steadily bumping to something
Surf the server and serve a server
Solely spitting sermons with fervor
Forever a fever pitched pervert
Flipping nouns and verbs and proverbs
Proceeding forward
The logical step is Lotto is next up
A nigga so fresh, man
I gotta get my prerequi -sites
My niggas are wit it if "it" is the shit's
And you looking for great? But dawg
I’m good as it gets
I’ll make a splinter cell outta any
Master Splinter ratting ass nigga
Made a dinner out his bitch’s beaver
Said she was the winner
Cause she cumming first and what is worse
Is I ain't even enter yet
If my tongue game is godly
Then girl my dick gon be heaven sent
If I ever meant anything that I ever said
It's that I ain't finished yet
I won't stop til I own my own dealerships
‘stead of doing this dealer shit
I mean it man i mean, I done seen it all
That means I can be the man but I’m
So casual about the casualties
Body count is racking up
Acid like a battery
Boy you just ain't black enough
You speaking proper, plus you’re clean?
You premadonna you ain't from these streets
Put this heater on you
Show you what it means to be bout it bout it
Man y’all don't know my struggle so
Don't you ever doubt it
We ain't birds of a feather
But if this nerd can take these words
And change his purpose for better
Then unearth some of that herb
Nigga I’m down for whatever
It's the scholarship chasing
Still still stressed
So im still blunt facing
Learned patience is the key
Gotta fake it til you make it
No stations on the radio are playing my shit
But like Rihanna’s face baby I’m
Just taking my hit's
No Tribe, No Quest, No Scenario
Leader of the New School, I’m busting rhymes
Bump N Grind, playing on the stereo
Room spinning, sitting still
Call that shit a merry-go
Round go down and I’m licking on her Areo la
No coke, no cola
Hidden in the back of the Motorola
Yola, whippin in the pot
Dirt up on my shoulders, finna dust it off
Feeling like she finna call me daddy
Finna Ben-Gals over like it's Cincinnati
Paddy wagon passing, crazy like a taxi
Padded like a maxi
Fashionable, so I smash a baddie
Every nationality