Songtext Spittin game (feat. hot boys) von Juvenile

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Spittin game (feat. hot boys)

Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out.
Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
and, it's t-shirt land
when niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.
Bullet Proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know

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Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. 
Turk: 
Niggas steady getting chopped 
Losin they life behind stupid shit 
Ain't that a bitch 
Niggas, gettin' they wig split 
And it's a shame 
Killin' has became a fame 
I cannot see my brains layin 
On the ground 
I keep my 9 on my waistline 
Chop 'em down 
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around 
and, it's t-shirt land 
when niggas ain't playin' 
Got a chrome glock got it cocked 
Red dot on yo' knot 
As I pop 
Nonstop 
Till you drop 
Pronounced dead 
On the spot 
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block 
A nigga, from BlackConnect 
Will leave ya wet 
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next 
If ya disrespect 
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it 
Hollow points bullets racin' it 
Niggas ain't makin' it 
When I bust 
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust 
If you bust, when I spray 
Head for shelter 
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya 
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard 
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue 
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. 
Bullet Proof: 
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope 
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero 
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat 
I'm a Hot Boy to the police 
And I'm a thug on the street 
Yeah I score from Slim and B 
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves 
Goin' for 2 G's 
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet 
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check 
Big body on broaders, that's all I know