Hottest Chick In The Game

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[Hook: x2]
 Move back, get back 4xs
 The hottest chick in the game
 The hottest chick in the game
 [Verse 1:]
 Wow, tadow watch out now
 It's the baddest chick so you lames bow down
 I'm bout to blow up on you chicks like a hand grenade
 Plus I'm way too fast playa like my homie D-Wade
 I make the next chick see the exit
 I'm the best chick
 Wake up in the mornin you can have me for breakfast
 Call the jeweler I need diamonds in my necklace
 Sittin back laughin at you chicks talkin reckless
 I'm so hot I'm bout to burn the whole south down
 I might just Call the fire man and tell em put the fire out
 And you don't really want no drama with me lil mama
 Cause the shit I do to you I promise you gon stand karma
 Miss glamorous flossy, flossy
 Hottest chick in the game and I'm bossy, bossy
 I kno you chicks mad
 That's why your face sad
 And ain't no sittin next to me cause I just bought out first class
 [Hook x2]
 [Verse 2:]
 Hottest chick in the game and uh yea I said that
 And if you think I'm lyin put ya money where yo mouth at
 Versacci hottie
 Keep my body in Cavalli
 Keep the pearla in my bag
 Got the shimmers on my ass yea
 Dolce Gabana I'm ya lil hot mama
 Baby we can do it in the bent coupe if you wanna
 Flick, Flick take a picture cause I'm lookin at ya
 Slow down I'm in the maybach next to ya
 Roll ya window down I might just blow a kiss at ya
 Carfull when ya speak my name cause you don't want no disses at ya
 I'm tryna show you chicks how you get ya paper up
 Make him pay you if he look and double that if he touch
 My Berkin bag full of cash case he wanna brag
 And he can gon tell his homeboys how much he had
 This the new epidemic of the bad bitches
 Gettin rich and seven figures
 And uh no niggas
 [Hook x2]
 [Verse 3:]
 Now if I told you once then I told you twice
 But if I say it three times I won't be so nice
 I got my wife beater on so my abs look tight
 Plus my ass look nice and my shoe game right
 And I'm just feelin myself plus I'm alone tonight
 So if you think you mr. right it could be on tonight
 I'm talkin meals all cash that'll make me act right
 Plus I'm addicted to the game livin the hollywood life
 Somebody call mr. bently bring the umbrellas out
 I'm bout to rain on these chicks so they betta watch out
 The baddest chick got clout plus I'm runnin the south
 You mezmerised by my walk put ya tung in ya mouth
 I'm a first round draft picka
 Rose' sippa, big whippa
 You can call me the big dippa
 Crim dela crim rockstarr extradanair
 I'm from the east and west coast I'm runnin shit errwhere
 [Hook x2]

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03:12
Tempo
97 BPM

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