Original Hot Beezy lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Intro]
Giving ya’ll some o’ that real street music
My n*gga Turk
Get money, stay real, the sequel n*gga (oh - oh)
Aye, aye, aye
The real [?]
Say my name please

[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this sh*t (cause we in this sh*t)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
f*ck with me baby (f*ck with me baby)
Can’t clown this sh*t (can’t clown this sh*t)
Original hot beezy
The real Thugger
Original hot beezy
Watch your b*tch cause I will f*ck her
Original hot beezy
[?]
Original hot beezy
And it’s still money over her

[Verse 1]
I’m full, I’m thugging, I don’t know nothing else
Lil n*gga I don’t know nothing else
Want me and the mob n*gga you don’t wanna try
Make it hard for yourself (make it hard for yourself)
I’ll be in these streets everyday with the medal b*tch n*gga
I do it myself (I’ll do it myself)
Thirty and a forty n*gga you gon’ get it started
Tell them all they can’t help ( can’t help)
The paramedic can’t help ( can’t help)
Can’t call me n*gga got stripes like a well ( like a well)
Two strikes in the system, I don’t give a f*ck n*gga
Got one more left (got one more left)
Got an extra clip gotta squeeze that b*tch tip
Ain’t no more left (ain’t no more left)
Take off the whole team n*gga one by one killer
You gon’ believe that there
n*gga I’m G’d up, folly n*gga
Teardrop from my vein, no crying n*gga
Ain’t night, broad day be a crime n*gga
Be there, yellow tape, you dying n*gga
You gon’ die n*gga
f*cking with the real Thugger you gon’ lie n*gga
If you can get caught, do the time n*gga
I might shoot it off stop crying n*gga
n*gga, n*gga

[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this sh*t (cause we in this sh*t)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
f*ck with me baby (f*ck with me baby)
Can’t clown this sh*t (can’t clown this sh*t)
Original hot beezy
The real Thugger
Original hot beezy
Watch your b*tch cause I will f*ck her
Original hot beezy
[?]
Original hot beezy
And it’s still money over her

[Verse 2]
If a hoe ain’t loyal she might get f*cked
Tell a hot boy where the stash at
Send my young n*ggas in to get the bricks and the stuff n*gga
Tell them n*gga have that
Three shots at them n*gga like I’m at a gun range
Target practice (target)
Three hundred in the choppa let you know I ain’t playing
I’m reckless, don’t test me
I’m shooting first, questions I ain’t asking
You in a hearse six in the dirth
And boxed in your casket
Robbing them, street sh*t
Yeah homie I’m in that b*tch
23 ya’ll my day one n*gga
I ain’t got no time for a b*tch
Getting money (getting money)
Young thuggy thuggy
Original hot but I’m in tens and the hunnids
And I kill n*gga, my block I run it
Send eclipse till it feels like summer
Get them while they hot like a summer
Tackle with yo air like a comma (like a comma)
Got clips on the choppa like a drummer (where the drummer)
Heavy K n*gga, put that on my momma
Momma, momma

[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this sh*t (cause we in this sh*t)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
f*ck with me baby (f*ck with me baby)
(one time for the cameo)
Can’t clown this sh*t (can’t clown this sh*t)
Original hot beezy (shout out to the n*ggas, old side, new side)

[Outro]
Hot - hot

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