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This is why I'm Hot 2x
This is why 2x Uh
This is why I'm Hot (Uh)
This is why I'm Hot 2x Whoo
This is why 2x
This is why I'm Hot

I'm hot cuz I'm fly (fly)
You aint cuz you're not (Mims)
This is why 2x
This is why I'm hot 2x

Verse 1:
This is why I'm hot
I dont gotta rap
I can sell a mill sayin nothin on da track
I represent New York
I got it on ma back
Niggaz say dat we lost it
So I'ma bring it back
I luv da Dirty, Dirty
Cuz niggaz show me luv
The ladies start to bounce
As soon as I hit da club
But in da Midwest
Dey luv to take it slow
So when I hit da bitch
I watch you get it on da floor
And if you needed it hyphy
I take it to da Bay
Frisco to Sac-town
Dey do it eryday
Compton to Hollywood
As soon as I hit L.A.
I'm in dat Low, Low
I do it da Cali way
And when I hit the Chi
People say dat I'm fly
Dey like da way I dress dey like
(Dey like my) my attire move
crowds from side to side
Dey ask me how I do it and
simply i reply...

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Verse 2:
This is why I'm hot
Catch me on da block
Every otha day
Another bitch another drop
16 bars, 24 pop
44 songs, nigga gimme what you got
I'm into drivin cars
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I'm into shuttin stores down so i can shop
If you need a bird I can get it chopped
Tell me wat you need you know
i get 'em by da flock
I call ma homie black meet on da ave
I hit wash heights with da money in da bag
We into big spinners
See my pimpin never dragged
Find me wit different women dat
you niggaz never had
For those who say dey
know me know I'm focused
on ma cream
playa you come between you'd
better focus on da beam
I keep it so mean da way you see me lean
And when say I'm hot my
nigga dis is what I mean

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Verse 3:
This is why I'm hot
Shorty see da drop
Ask me wat I paidd and I
say yea I paid a quap
And den I hit da switch
dat take away da top
So chicks 'round da way dey
call me cream of da crop
Dey hop in da car
I tell 'em all bout
We hit da studio dey say dey
like da way I record
I gave you black train and I did you wrong
So everytime I see 'em and dey
tell me dat'z their song
Dey say I'm da bomb
Dey luv da way da charm
hangin from da neck
And compliments da arm which
compliments da ear den comes
da gear
So when I hit da room da
shortyz stop and stare
Den niggaz start to hate
rearrange thier face
Little do dey know I keep 'em
things by waistside
I reply nobody gotta die
Simliar to Lil wizzy cuz I got dat fire

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