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Hot
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hot was released on July 1, 2022 by Mace M as a part of the album Red Carpet Playz - Single
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Release DateJuly 1, 2022
LabelMace M
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mace M
Mace M
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason Mclaughlin
Mason Mclaughlin
Songwriter

Lyrics

I’m hot
You not
Get shot
Get rocked
Got her in back seat tell me don’t stop
Got the players in the front seat askin who’s hot
It’s you? Prolly not
Got a couple youngins that’a spin around yo block
I be Ridin threw the city know these fuckin streets hot
She ask
Who’s hot?
Who’s hot?
It’s mace
Blow the spot
Spinnin on the scene got the fuckin crew hot
An I got the mean green, you can tell me whatchu thought
Big bag, stay lean an I’m runnin with the chops
Fresh tag an I’m runnin from the cops
Brown faces
Bitches in the scene an they gettin audacious
Franklin space ships
You Tell me what the name is
Just know
I be gripping on the stainless
Seem brainless
Sun shine
Bust a rhyme
Know she mighty fine
New watch but I ain’t got the time
You can’t tell me I ain’t shine
Got the city goin blind
Got it on me while I’m bangin all these dimes
Better get with the times
Time to Back it on up
Pour some liquor in your cup
Got the crowd goin nuts
(While I’m)Smokin on this runtz
Made a couple plays
So I stay fuckin paid
Get laid
Get fucked
Get paid
Get sucked
If we run a run play gonna get his ass stuck
With any luck
He better hope he duck
Meet him at the red light
You should know it’s on sight
Couple pipes
An some jammas
For the robbers and the scammas
Ain’t got no manners
Hit planners
High standards
Tiff blue wit the Crème white guts
& the Slim thick girls w the big fat butts
Rattatatat
Gonna Pull up all black
No fucks if you Bitch boys in a culdesac
Couple blocks
Push rocks
Pull up ya socks
He be hatin
I’ll be posted up right here waitin
Got em skatin
No debating
Got couple 12s bangin
Steady fuckin slangin
Who said that you was sanctioned
No lame shit
We ain’t on that tame shit
Bangin threw the city better know we on the same shit
Got that shit that’ll make yo fuckin brain itch
Lane switch
Die rich
Bitch
Trigga finga itch
Betta make a last wish
I’ve been movin w the shottas better know this gas hits
Uh
New wrist
No shit
Who’s this
It’s bliss
Cant miss
New Sticks
Run blitz
Stay in you place
We’ll beat that case
Mash up yo face
What’s that?
Who’s that?
It’s mace
Sun shine
Bust a rhyme
Know she mighty fine
New watch but I ain’t got the time
You can’t tell me I ain’t shine
Got the city goin blind
Got it on me while I’m bangin all these dimes
Better get with the times
Time to Back it on up
Pour some liquor in your cup
Got the crowd goin nuts
(While I’m)Smokin on this runtz
Made a couple plays
So I stay fuckin paid
I’m hot
You not
Get shot
Get rocked
Got her in back seat tell me don’t stop
Got the players in the front seat askin who’s hot
It’s you? Prolly not
Got a couple youngins that’a spin around yo block
I be Ridin threw the city know these fuckin streets hot
She ask
Who’s hot?
Who’s hot?
It’s mace
Blow the spot
Spinnin on the scene got the fuckin crew hot
An I got the mean green, you can tell me whatchu thought
Big bag, stay lean an I’m runnin with the chops
Fresh tag an I’m runnin from the cops
Brown faces
Bitches in the scene an they gettin audacious
Franklin space ships
You Tell me what the name is
Just know
I be gripping on the stainless
Written by: Mason Mclaughlin
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