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"Hottest Chick In The Game"

[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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