Hot Boy Shit* Lyrics

Ghost Killer Track Lyrics

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Selected song name: Hot Boy Shit*
Singer Name: Ghost Killer Track
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Bust me down, Pyrex

Now this remind me of that hot boy sh*t
That lil' Weezy 'fore he changed his name to Wayne, n***a
Might grow some dreads up out my head, pop out like Chief Keef
Ain't from Chicago, but I'm guaranteed to bang, n***a
I'ma let you know, I don't give a f**k if n***as eight feet
I still won't let a n***a play me like a lame n***a
N***a better go play with his lil' kids before he play with me
I'm know to crash, so stay the f**k up out my lane, n***a
Go with your move, you lose your life, you make the wrong one
You the type of n***a snuck in with a knife, I got a small gun
I upped this b*t*h at you and bowl a strike and make 'em all run
And I hate to be talkin' negative, but I gotta let it out
If I leave it in, I'ma catch a felony, n***a, boom
Got a pretty smile and I bust a n***a a**
I told my teacher I ain't do my homework, I was f**kin' half the cla**
'Cause I learned to do my math, 'cause I was f**kin' half of my cla**
"I thought your cla** had thirteen hoes?" That means I f**ked six and a half
I took that gas and mixed it with the weed from my Mexican, it was bad
Take zip out of every .448 and invested in my craft
Givin' n***as my CD, but now you see me on the front covers of the magazines and the TVs
They coulda seen me with a P.I.D., but instead they see me with the VVs
BG, n***a, bling-bling
I make them b*t*hes drop it like it's hot, my sh*t on repeat
Make me mad, I dropped three albums in a year, call it a three-peat
Keep on hatin', I f**k your...