Nardo Wick, Lil Baby - Hot Boy lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Nardo Wick, Lil Baby - Hot Boy lyrics]

I’m a hot boy I drive out
My cars like it’s urgent
I’m a hot boy don’t get too
Close ‘cause I might burn you
I’m a hot boy but I put ice on all my bitches
I’m a hot boy I brang
The fire to the trenches
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy, (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy, (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy (hot, hot)

I’m a hot boy but gotta lot of cold bitches
What’s that half a milli’
On my neck four-fifty
Drop a load off to the trap and
Tell my lil’ ones get busy
Don’t let nobody tell you different we
The littest in the city i’m a hot boy I tell
The jeweller cool me down
Still be posting in the hood a
Lot of killers sittin’ around
He was on the sideline caught’ еm at a
Mad angle and forced him out of bounds
Send thеm hotboys on a blitz and
Tell them burn that nigga down
Aye woedie whos that right there?
She looked like my type
Don’t care bout how big her booty is
Won't hit if it don’t feel right
Aye woedie who that young nigga that
Be fly? It’s a bird
It’s a plane nah that’s Nardo on the sky
Aye woedie who that goin’ a 100 in a 50? I’m
The richest youngest nigga ain’t
Nobody fuckin’ wid me
Aye woedie who’s that lil’ nigga wid all
The hoes? If you look good
You look good I ain’t tryna
Hear dat you too old (Baby)

I could pop out right now and put
My big one on these hoes (Damn)
I’m not acrobatic I’m not flippin’ on my bros
(No) all my shit be factual I
Cannot get exposed at all (yeah)
Grew up talking slick
I’ll catch a bitch before I catch a cold
(before I catch a cold)
I ain’t tryna kick it with you
Niggas I got broke toes (They broke)
Won’t take her to festival I’m too
Rich to fuck with broke hoes
I won't drive my TRX no more
That shit just too slow (Too slow)
Maybach white on white the lambo
Body that’s my new hoe
I know a couple of these
Niggas really hatin’ on me
I know a bitch who actin faithful
But she waitin’ on me
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas
I can’t fake it no more
Who is that, that’s a lambo?Hell yeah
Oh that’s Nardo?Let him in
Think I’m runnin’ out of hiding spots
This shit been coming in
He was in our business and got
Spanked he shouldn't have butted in
I come from that block where shit
Be hot the summer never ends
I’m really the one this shit done settled in

I’m a hot boy drive out
My cars like it’s urgent
I’m a hot boy don’t get too
Close ‘cause I might burn you
I’m a hot boy but I put ice on all my bitches
I’m a hot boy I brang
The fire to the trenches
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy, (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy, (hot, hot)
I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy (hot, hot)

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