pa, hell no, I ain't the pa No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa If your baby come out saying, wha
that platinum punana Fuck madana and jenny jenny My momma be on that remmy Mixed with henny when she get me And when I get her I gotta Hotter than
sick ass explicit flow Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes Just know, that all he knows is this It's better to kick ass than kiss it Dick
know, you better ask another It?s like 192 when we rollin' deep cover So don?t shut down on the Razor 'Cuz in the 9-live we steppin' through hotter than
hotter than the equator That's why dem say mi explisit and raw Ask mi fi vote and mi tell dem can't No man can't kiss me pon mi jaw Worsnip Pope Paul
you never need no more (Make you hotter than the one you ever tasted) Dance to the music all night Party till the dawn when the sun comes up Kiss goodbye
figga ass niggaz like Dike Jones trying to tell Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw He told me a different story then the one he trying to tell y'all Who? Hell naw, who? Hell
with their U-Haul trailors Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell
Ghoulies girl, ghoulina, (oh, ooh...) Ghoulies girl, ghoulina, (yeah, yeah...) To me you're perfect, your hotter than hell, A society reject but my bombshell
, my God, not even Hell Could be hotter than you right now Not even Hell could be Hotter than you right now Oh, not even Hell could be Hotter than you
am I to fear or none What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell My name's Macbeth
nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out saying
hardly see It smelled so sweet, you know who and Joanie So many butterflies, one could not see... We all could feel desire, took off in flight It was hotter than
into this day Back to another anthem, hotter than hell Said that we're not savages until we do it Again And one last night I'll kiss your lips again
figga ass niggaz, like Dike Jones trying to tell Who (hell naw), who (hell naw) He told me a different story, then the one he trying to tell y'all Who (hell naw), who (hell
that'll rot in the cell Never talk or fist fight, with drama, I'll be popping these shells Hit your chest and your flesh get, hotter than hell Them hollow
-my-God, not even Hell could be hotter than you right now Not even Hell could be hotter than you right now Oh, not even Hell could be hotter than you
control Straight to the heart and down to your soul Chain lightnin', heavens above Another day older, still searching for love Chain lightnin, too hot to fight And it's hotter than hell