[B]lack Adam - Hot. Lyrics

Who's really hot
It can't be me
I just severed a pack cold
Flipped a 3 case think I'm selling CD's
Plus I was on the road
Red Ruby Rose
Called me talking freaky
Stats on the pole
Ass down the pole
I snapshot it in 3D

Then dropped the picture to my Kiki
She grabbed the knife
Pack of ice
She a fiery flake who don't need me

Back to who's hot
I'm not the man on the block
I'm just the man on the top
Pinky ring got a drop
Curtain pulled back
Every time I see her stepping out the car

She left the man she would marry
For a night with a star

(Damn Adam that's hot)

Tell that bitch nigga put his hands down
We don't fight on this block
The clippy loaded and Iss (hot)
A lotta kids play the game a man made tryna reach for the top
And they don't even get top
They don't even own blocks
They don't even have spots
101 Dalmatians tryna dog my bitch at the lot
(At the lot)
Keep your eyes to yourself
(To yourself)
Cause you the only thing feeling you up
Bring your girl to my drop
Imma leave you hanging like she did when you dropped

(Mthombs and The Boat)

So that's settled
Pedal to metal
Speed demon
In a rental
Rushing to love
Rushing to f*ck
Speed racer to your pebble
Precious
Precious
I need your nectar
I need your nexus
Your caramel complexion

I need you to spread leg
And let me make you special
You need a real ass nigga to dog you down without recollection
You need this tab I got on me
To make emotion tremble
You need all of me
Inside you holding tight to affection
I show you when you undressing
I make you feel too messy
I cloud your mind
To confessing
My eyes make me angelic

So Come around
Come around
Stop acting pessimistic
Deep down girl you're desperate
Dismissing me for attention
I give it to you
Then you're reckless
Now I'm gone
Chasing checks

So Who's really hot it can't be me?
A lot of mountains stubbing (a lot of mountains)
Stubbing pathways
To a life many don't believe in

But it's always tricky when the don speaks

98'