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PLIES LYRICS

"Who Hotter Than Me"


[Hook:]
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga,

Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Who hotter than me,

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 1:]
How you feel hater's ya hatin didn't work
Thanks to ya'll I'm the hottest thing on Earth
Got the bitches and the goons but I'm the first
Rose a couple mil and still in the verve
Catch me flushin through the city shawty no shirt
I don't fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
I'm so hood classic words
Wanna talk business what's in the purse
Am I gon die won't get murked
Who hotta than me nobody sir

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 2:]
Bet cha can't name a hoe who don't want me
Like ya can't name a city I ain't hot in
Make you rich but by 30 grand
On fire dawg where my fans
Tell you what to call me promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin home on the weekend
Got a waitin list shawty put chall off in
Can't move me dawg from 130 grand
Try ta give me 29 if ya think I'm playin
Who runnin the streets where all the moats end
Streets done spoke shawty I'm the man

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 3:]
Somebody put me out I'm on fire
Please tell dem fags I'm retired
Know a lot of rappers for hire
Streets don't fuck with you, you a liar
Plies real you preaching to the choir
Yo budds in the streets expired
Count a 100 grand I'm kinda tired
Keep your hoe from round me 'fore I buy her
Goons love me I'm they supplier
Street cred don't get no higher
Got the 40 homie cause I'm lired
Sincerely yours Mr. Pliers

[Hook:]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me