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Uh, it’s JG Trigga, ho
Ight, I’m hoppin on this Hot Boy shit right here
Doin that Shmoney dance and shit
Might as well drop my joint to this shit
This is gonna be one of my favorites
Iight… check it out
Oh you wanna be a hot boy?
Wanna see me spit on this drop boy
Bad bitches want to ride on a hot boy
In the club want you take a couple shots, boy
Party in the backyard, we passed out
Red solo cups in the bathtub (Whoo!)
We ain’t passing out the plate bruh
Chilly iced cup sip up Patrons
Make em ass clap, got a standing ovation
We’re gettin big meals, dinner reservation
You could meet me by the nearest train station
I could hang with a couple bad Asians
Fuck with us and then see we gon tweaking, ho
What the fuck? Snitchin on me snitchy ho
You know shit is going down, pull the clips out
I’m bout the cash, boy, get them tits out
Uh.. why you mad at me, ho?
Cause I can score yo chick like Canseco
Bully up her kitty, hit a free throw
Now pull up to the curb, you a zero
You with me tho, revvin fast, it’s speakin ho
Ain’t a referee, but I make em whistle tho
Audimar, drivin streets, black Bugatti coat
Lean back, homie, I’m here to steal yo ho
If you talk shit, you will get a knockout
And you a pussy boy, you a slap-out
Shit, my mind needs me to smoke it off
Now fuck with us, we’ll smoke you hard
You mad cause you can’t get on my level
Come and test me, boy, I’m bringing a shovel
Top of the mountain wanna see me riding quads
I got love for ya’ll, yea, you’re my dopest squad!
JG Trigga…
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