Ace Hood - Hot n***a (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ace Hood - Hot n***a (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] (Bodybag) Beast! Beast Yeah [Verse] Yeah, it's true, I am a beat k**er (You looking at the hottest of the hot n***as) Summer time, but my Rollie still in late December n***as actin like some b**hes, need to change genders Know it's only poppin', tell me why they wake the goblin up Silence on the gun so we don't have to wake your daughter up Way before the Tampa Bay, b**h I been chasin' [?] Tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck Lookin' at a 101, p**y, you ain't one of us Make me get retarded like I'm ridin' on a short bus Flexin' on these n***as, oh I thought this was a warm up? Tell'em shoot it up then double back, I call it karma People pay attention, push a bu*ton for ignition Dopest in the business, think I need some intervention Soon as go to wackin', Imma send him in detention Clips like weaves, know they comin' with extensions Always on the hustle, b**hes know I keep a cover Sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers f** her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo I'm super dope, I'm a walking trap house Shoutin' out to Philly, free my n***a, tho Soon as my n***a Fat Boy hit the turf, I got his envelope Tell'em kiss ya a**, they can do that under mistletoe Think its sweet then go aimin' straight at your cantaloupe Yeah you know I'm trained to blow, I got that halitosis flow Jumpin' out the Lambo in sandals, I got that antidote Hammer pokin' out of my pocket, it's like a camel toe Ga**in' all these rappers, ya'll need to work at a Texaco I ain't got no medals, I ain't got no medals p**y n***a sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas I hit him up in his pajamas I'm just tryna kick it, tell them b**hes David Beckham Ok, I'm bluffin', never love'm, got a question, is we f**in'? She addicted, David Ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle (Bodybag) I'm a hot n***a, someone tell that to the tan bed If the beat was human, I would tell him he a dead man Ain't no hope in wishin', Phantom Ghost through the Bentley If he with the scissors, can't afford it with your b**hin' Gone