Lyrics Born, Joyo Velarde, Chali 2NA - Hott 2 Deff lyrics

[Lyrics Born, Joyo Velarde, Chali 2NA - Hott 2 Deff lyrics]

Get up, get down, get on the floor
C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for?
Get off the wall, on the count of four
C'mon un, deux, trois

I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
Who's really wit me? Goin city to city
Doin it real big, it ain't a thang if any
Baby, y'all ain't ready I'm so exquisite
So clean, so sharp, chopped like a machete
Wanna taste of Remy - gimme Amaretti
And some 5150, y'all know already
Get crunk, go dumb, go stupid, go silly
Cause life's too short, baby, I ain't trippin
All my fellas wit' me
Need to get on your grizzy
Too many winners in the building no
To put your bid in all the women in the
Vicinity lookin so pretty
Make it really difficult for
Me to stay committed (HEY)

I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death
I'm hot to death, I'm hot to death

Who the syllable killa
Slash verbal guerilla?
Thinkin ain't nobody illa than the
One in the mirror
2na comin equipped, and I'm runnin my script
Like information from an anonymous tip
Marijuana we twist, and if I don't get lit
Make a bundle from the words
That we mumble and spit
While the party people move
To the sure-shot groove
Ain't got shit to prove cause we comin legit
Men, women, and children
Manphib in the building
More than a civilian, shit
I'm one in a million
Killin 'em until you notice that
I'm not the rest
Makin heat that'll stop yo' breath
Watch yo' step

Get up, get down, get on the floor
C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for?
Get off the wall, on the count of four
C'mon un, deux, trois
One step, two step-out tonight
Like TNT, we dynamite
Get off the wall on the count of four
C'mon, un, deux, trois

Uh, who's really wit' me? Goin city to city
By the way that people feel me
You would think I was Diddy
Cause, I'm makin a killin
And I'm sittin so pretty
Ridin high like a hippie in the Coupe DeVilly
Who wanna get wit' me?
Y'all thinkin y'all witty
Y'all ain't sayin nothin and
Your sound is tinny
Really stop bein silly, y'all bein so petty
Quit cryin like a baby, get up off the titty
(HEY) light it up like Teddy
Cause, I'm +Raw+ like Eddie
Tear it up, tear it down
Shred it like confetti
Then I'm jetty like a Chevy on fresh Pirellis
I'm talking "Venni Vetti Vicci", baby
The rest is history

Get up, get down, get on the floor
C'mon, ain't that what y'all came here for?
Get off the wall, on the count of four
C'mon un, deux, trois
One step, two step-out tonight
Like TNT, we dynamite
Get off the wall on the count of four
C'mon, undeux un, deux, trois!

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