Hotboy Wes – Master P Lyrics

Master P Lyrics – Hotboy Wes

Run up my business, momma proud of me
All of them n**gas that doubted me
The lick that we hit like the lottery
The come up that come from the robberies

S**t on these n**gas
‘Cause they the ones doubted me
S**t on these crackers
‘Cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can’t get it out of me
I’m finna trap, go to rappin’ like Master P

Make ’em say, uh, uh
Glock with a drum, uh
Go run up a bah-bah
Which set are you from, uh
You don’t want no problems
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock 9 a bundle
I’m from the jungle

I use to trap with the robbers on Breezeway
I make a lot through a speed chase
Federal unit pursue on the freeway
They turn that b**ch to a fee change
Don’t follow directions, I come from a section
Where we gon’ go fetch it like each way
Every b**ch lookin’ like I’m a sweepstakes
I’m the chosen one, n**ga, cheese cake
N**ga, hold your tongue, that’s a G-way
Got a stolen gun and a bool with me

My phones on like a DJ on replay
And I ain’t have no father figure
I was in the trenches, the street way
And before they drop that iPhone
Had the Glock on on a prepaid

Run up my business, momma proud of me
All of them n**gas that doubted me
The lick that we hit like the lottery
The come up that come from the robberies

S**t on these n**gas
‘Cause they the ones doubted me
S**t on these crackers
‘Cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can’t get it out of me
I’m finna trap, go to rappin’ like Master P

Make ’em say, uh, uh
Glock with a drum, uh
Go run up a bah-bah
Which set are you from, uh
You don’t want no problems
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock 9 a bundle
I’m from the jungle

Haha, ha, I rock with that…

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