Missy Elliott - Hot boyz - remix original version lyrics

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Missy Elliott - Hot boyz - remix original version lyrics

Uh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CB on bikes I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright b**hes freeze like deers Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system My QB piece make y'all n***as tuck your sh** in It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real n***as, they be us What's your name, cause I'm impressed? Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself? Can I move with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Is that your car, the SK-8? Are you riding alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Yo only take 'em thugged out Slightly bugged out, f** with his tongue out Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out Hot boy, keep me right Play your part and I'll keep it tight Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night But up in the sheets with me aiight Gangsta, true to your gang, street master You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh Soldier, cash money, rule your world What's topping that? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, what spot? Only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my b**hes then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it Yo, mami, what the deal? Ain't no heat f**in' hotter than the heat a n***a hold I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts That keep a long blast (blast) Now look at a n***a and peel off fast (come on) Word you got your girlfriend Word, she can get it too f** it though, I'm honest yo I'm saying though, let's play it through Getting cinematic with it n***as if you got it, hit it f** the dumbness Hit it till its numbness Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me