Hotboii - CATCHIN’ Z’s lyrics
Hotboii [Javarri Latre Walker] Orlando, Florida. U.S.
[Hotboii - CATCHIN’ Z’s lyrics]
Aye it's Lil Hot, cut the fan on
Aye naw forreal tho cut the
Fan on it's Lil Hot
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean lean
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
It get the best of me
Just so I don't end up catching
Z's I pop an Ecstasy
First I fell off in that pussy ain't
Even know that I fell asleep
Fuckin' on these foreigns got me
Bussin on these leather seats
You kno that the choppa' sing
A melody with expertise
If yo momma told you not to play
With fire don't play with me
I told them it ain't no running
Game so hide the referee
Told me "only write me in the gram"
So why you texting me?
Why you texting me?
Don't hit me Up, Don't message me
You gave your heart away
So it ain't nothing left for me
I love that money I thumb
Through it so caressively
I'm kick'd back coolin no ac
My chain on anti-freeze i think I'm Anthony
Carmelo choppa sing like lala
Shooters on the scene paparazzi
Lady Gaga glock Kick just like a baby an'
That bitch gon' pop off
And When I call, she on the way
She don't care bout how far
Cuz she so down for me she ride for me
She tired of me tho
Say I be doin' her so wrong but
It feel right to me tho i'm on the boot
No tim, No tebow i get green like Cee Lo
I ain't been free in bout two years
But it feel nice to me tho
I went and copped some C4
I dropped it in my Lyrics
I walk around with safety off
In case a nigga curious
I went and copped the new iphone
So i could talk to siri
Look how I play all on the beat
It's like im never serious get on the beat
Get on the beat, and play around
Got off my ass ain't waitin round
Get up no staying down
Cross that line you gotta stay
It ain't no way around
N Im gon' let them bitches go
I ain't gon' save a round
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
It get the best of me
Just so I don't end up catching
Z's I pop an Ecstasy
First I fell off in that pussy ain't
Even know that I fell asleep
Fuckin' on these foreigns got me
Bussin on these leather seats
You kno that the choppa' sing
A melody with expertise
If yo momma told you not to play
With fire don't play with me
I told them it ain't no running
Game so hide the referee
Told me "only write me in the gram"
So why you texting me?
Aye naw forreal tho cut the
Fan on it's Lil Hot
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean lean
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
It get the best of me
Just so I don't end up catching
Z's I pop an Ecstasy
First I fell off in that pussy ain't
Even know that I fell asleep
Fuckin' on these foreigns got me
Bussin on these leather seats
You kno that the choppa' sing
A melody with expertise
If yo momma told you not to play
With fire don't play with me
I told them it ain't no running
Game so hide the referee
Told me "only write me in the gram"
So why you texting me?
Why you texting me?
Don't hit me Up, Don't message me
You gave your heart away
So it ain't nothing left for me
I love that money I thumb
Through it so caressively
I'm kick'd back coolin no ac
My chain on anti-freeze i think I'm Anthony
Carmelo choppa sing like lala
Shooters on the scene paparazzi
Lady Gaga glock Kick just like a baby an'
That bitch gon' pop off
And When I call, she on the way
She don't care bout how far
Cuz she so down for me she ride for me
She tired of me tho
Say I be doin' her so wrong but
It feel right to me tho i'm on the boot
No tim, No tebow i get green like Cee Lo
I ain't been free in bout two years
But it feel nice to me tho
I went and copped some C4
I dropped it in my Lyrics
I walk around with safety off
In case a nigga curious
I went and copped the new iphone
So i could talk to siri
Look how I play all on the beat
It's like im never serious get on the beat
Get on the beat, and play around
Got off my ass ain't waitin round
Get up no staying down
Cross that line you gotta stay
It ain't no way around
N Im gon' let them bitches go
I ain't gon' save a round
Yeah, I put boot up in my lean
It get the best of me
Just so I don't end up catching
Z's I pop an Ecstasy
First I fell off in that pussy ain't
Even know that I fell asleep
Fuckin' on these foreigns got me
Bussin on these leather seats
You kno that the choppa' sing
A melody with expertise
If yo momma told you not to play
With fire don't play with me
I told them it ain't no running
Game so hide the referee
Told me "only write me in the gram"
So why you texting me?
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