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I'M DAT N**** Lyrics by Future Future
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Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Don't play 'bout the legacy, havin' more stripes than a referee, trappin' a sport
Go back to the basics, connect with the Zoes then we clique out in New York
I'm leavin' the scene, I'm peepin' the scene, the 'Rari got too many horses
Whole lotta schemin', turn off the demons, we make it rain at the office
My first Bentley coupe, I adapted
Lot of commas on drummers, I'm mad rich
Forty pointers on me like a bad bitch
Did my numbers, my coupe it's a gadget
Rippin' that bird like a maniac
Young nigga askin', 'where Xanny at?'
Slide, wet him up, handle that
I'm in the spot where the Grammy at
I been that nigga in hand me down
Número uno, millenial
Straight out the zoo 'bout to Jimmy them
They looking for strikers on hand me down
I turn average bitches to a pop star, I'm in my glow
I had swagger, I been one of none, yeah, when I was poor
Cash on me, I cash out on Channel 1 and I can show it
Bashin' me like I'm not a big dawg, I just throw it
On a scatty pack, hundred riddy-acks, I just blow it
No ballistics, ain't suspicious
Fuck the witness, bad conditions
Grab a biscuit, don't be a statistic
Came off the mission, high definition
A boss, my left wrist a faucet
My ring cost, it's pink like a ostrich
I feel lost, this bitch got herself hostage
I done got exhausted, runnin' through the money
Old hundreds I need to spend 'cause they don't print 'em no more
BM wanna go to court 'cause I won't fuck her no more
You not a wifey, I can't fall in love with no ho
Stopped doin' Molly, now Ecstacy, I'm right back on it
It's cashmere, special cloth, I got diamonds on
Bags of cash like I'm servin' fentanyl
Killers roll with me I don't need a bodyguard
I got all kind of hoes, international
Saint Tropez, PJ, fly that ho
Right wrist froze like I got a ice pack on it
Get a nigga smoked 'bout it like a bomboclaat
Drug dealers and scammers whenever on my side
They be right there with me
Shooters right there with me
See, five hundred shots in VIP
Told the waitress, 'I don't drink liquor, I drink lean,' yeah
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Who did you get the spill from?
Who done got you on styrofoam?
Who the first rapper put the hood on?
Who got more shooters than Al Capone?
My dawgs in feds, talk on iPhone
I rock baguettes 'cause I'm a rockstar
Keep one in the head just like Zona
I'm in a foreign doin' donuts
I can't be caught around a sheep
You D-I-E, you fuck with me
I don't do rentals, don't do lease
Cranked up the trap without the key
Set shit on fire, I gotta heat it
This bitch is bi, she still conceited
Open your eyes when you eat it
I get to spazzin' like a demon
Fucked her in the ass, made her pee pee
I'm just a ghetto boy like Peezy
That GT3, it go two-sixty
I just left, she textin' me she miss me
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm that nigga
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