Hot As Hell (Explicit) - Juicy J

Written by：Jordan Houston/Keondrea Williams/Jerami Davis

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My youngin' cashing off a brick she hot as hell she hot as hell

He put extensions on the stick he hot as hell he hot as hell

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Roll up and get stoned yeah

Check out my new stones yeah

I'm hot my wrist cold yeah

Don't blink and b**ch gone yeah

You been gon' for a minute yeah

Yeah b**ch I'm still on yeah

Still clappin' them ratchets yeah

Still ton big grown

New diss new that

Run it up off back

You're running off with the pack

You're running off with the mat

Real niggas don't fall off real niggas fall back

Don't fall through my hood f**k around get jacked

Countin' up by the racks

Setting traps for the rats

She told me Wait for the p**sy

I ain't never called back

I ain't tryin' to catch feelings

I ain't in the whole eye

I'm just tryin' to catch a ni**a slippin'

Tell him Give me all that

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My youngin' cashing off a brick she hot as hell she hot as hell

He put extensions on the stick he hot as hell he hot as hell

I put extensions on my b**ch she hot as hell she hot as hell

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B**ch I'm hot like fish grease

Stack my bread like six feast

I came up with three six put my niggas on like Big Meech

I wake up and get to it

For that check I just do it

I'm on top get used to it

You're not hot your b**ch knew it

I froze down on these hoes

Met a couple men off these shows

I'm a white boy like Steve-O

Pop boy Mike pop three mode

Hit a couple free coats

Ni**a that's free throw

I call Marshawn ni**a that's beast mode

Pipe down boy I know you ain't got it

Hunnid' thousand boy I know you can't count it

Hunnid' rounds like f**k your vest

Defining rich ni**a f**k your fresh

Throwing G's for the alligator

You be going broke tryna match my fresh

Last year you was a man homie

Why the f**k you going hell like that

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My youngin' cashing off a brick she hot as hell she hot as hell

He put extensions on the stick he hot as hell he hot as hell

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