Problem - Hot Nigga (Remix)

Hot Nigga Lyrics

1st Verse (Problem)


Young Chachi be that hot nigga
Even my sister's with the shits, I seen her sock niggas
[?] fiends suck it up like popsicles
Young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle
Turn your block into a ghost town
They all gone: all you talkin' to is ghosts, now
No losses, nigga, all we know is victories
Need a pound? I told him meet me right on Century
He said "how much you got?" I told him "Barry Bond"
Loud and it's boomin' shit it's cherrybomb
Do my stuff, take a flight, I'm on American
Firs class, 3 ounces in the carry-on
Bitch I been the nigga since the 5th grade
When I ran up on big Jason with the switchblade
He scared to death bro bro, you can smell the shit stains
Not cause Im hard, I had to prove his ass was bitch-made
I'm hungry, I wonder what your bitch made (she cooking)

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