Представляем точный текст композиции "Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста K.C. Redd . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую K.C. Redd передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
K.C. Redd - "Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix)"
Lyrics to Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix) : (feat. Bigg Ramp, Junie B.) [K.C. Redd] K.C. Redd in here One more gin Bigg Ramp, Junie B. Take Fo Remiiiiiiiiiiix [Bridge One: K.C. Redd] My Hot Boy and your Hot Boy was sittin by the fire My Hot Boy told your Hot Boy we gonna set this place on fire [First Verse: K.C. Redd] You bout your paper' You on top' Handlin business' Doin swell' Down with your old man to the finish' When he in jail, or doin time in Angola Know how it is, stay on his side, no exposure You doin the time, without your man, with your kids Your house is laid, you got no place to make it big You sparkin them clubs, you got more love from thugs And you hit them clubs, and represent for your hood You bounce with K.C. Redd, on a Take Fo track And this shive, fire rap, put them Hot Boys on the map Like them fire Hot Girls, with them gangsta ass cars That go off the wall, now can you twerk with your ward' You on that Alize' You on an ignorant trip' Now $20,000 in case your old man get slipped' You got a "G", you wanna spend it You get your hair fixed every week with your AirMax tennis' [Chorus: K.C. Redd] Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire [Second Verse: K.C. Redd + Junie B.] [K.C. Redd] Now whats happenin with you' You doin what your old man do' He down servin them quarter birds and you servin them birds too' He a paper chaser, aint no time for bein broke Your man down bad, so you put him on child support You dont like Vanessa You gone handle her when you catch her Put her on a stretcher You got butcher knives on your dresser Like that matching chain With them hoop earrings A tattoo on your chest, with your Baby Dad name [Junie B.] Now see Im quick and bout it, aint no fakin what Im bout to do I got that niener heated, and surrounded by the other team Now Baby what you do' Are you ballin and stackin Gs' Do you stack some Gs' In your Rover and Cherokees' You know who I be, that lil soldier from the 1-2-3 I represent that Nolia, to the fullest, ya feelin me' Look if you got beef, we could take it up in the streets Take off the Tommy boots, throw on the solja Rees [Chorus] [Third Verse: Junie B.] You know Im strictly hot Aint no fakin its non-stop When I grab the mic, I be makin them eyes pop Makin them heads bop Makin them legs rock Makin your braids knot Makin your head knock Now tell me this' Are you pissed cuz I can flow' Now tell me this' Do you think my head grows' Now really chick, you be hatin cuz youz a clown Cuz when I spit, they all know I throw it down Respect my mind, when I say I do as I please And dont waste your time, I aint killin Im runnin deep Are you feelin me' Aint no pity Im actin bad Baby hit your brakes, you goin fast, you bound to crash I know you speak, but you hatin me on the low You say Im your round, and tellin your partners Im a hoe But thats how it go, I respect it because Im grown If you fake Wodie, dont pretend, just leave it alone [Chorus] [Fourth Verse: Bigg Ramp] Well respect my mind, thought Id say what I wanna say If you hatin Ramp and Take Fo, best get out the way They rap like what' Stop hatin boy, what' Better be bout that in all black or you stuck Them Hot Girls shake it up at the top of the charts Hot Boys, solja rees, girbauds or fatigues Wild thirteen, U.P.T., dogg Valence Street Respect it or check faw, Im H-O-T Tell me "Pay me", never boy that aint happenin That boy right here too clever dogg, Im rappin, hes scrappin Caught Flack like Roberta, for my last verse Went number one with it dogg, so now the remix hurts They cant take me, a million dollar H.B. Me, Tec, Lil Ya, lil riders, and Junie B. Picture me buckin, look, the whole crowd duckin Cuz they bucked up, cuz Jubilee played somethin [Chorus] [ Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix) Lyrics ]
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