
The Hotness Trick Daddy (Ft. DJ Khaled & Society)
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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Oh my god
Oh my god
Slip-N-Slide Records
Society, Miami
Word up, we 'bout to drop this hot shit for the world
For the world, for the world, for the world y'all
Hot shit, baby, yeah
Make 'em bounce, baby
Ayo, hot shit, hot shit, yeah
Society, Slip-N-Slide
I go by the name of DJ Khaled and I [?]
Society, let 'em know, son...
[Verse 1]
I Welcome y'all to the dirty south cantina
Here we smoke good and everything look greener..
Now and then I get a contact from them sinners when
I should be home studying swimmin in my Dominican
Touch my brain it's a joy ride on the mother plane
Ordained ministry, Chemistry 101 so I can make the bomb shit and know just where to drop it at
I plot the coordinates dog , tell them where we at
We in the cockpit about to let off the hot shit
I check my compass for lattitude my mic your attitude
Splatter Crews, batter and bruise your team leader
Grill 'em like a fajita chop 'em put 'em in the heater
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Oh my god
Oh my god
Slip-N-Slide Records
Society, Miami
Word up, we 'bout to drop this hot shit for the world
For the world, for the world, for the world y'all
Hot shit, baby, yeah
Make 'em bounce, baby
Ayo, hot shit, hot shit, yeah
Society, Slip-N-Slide
I go by the name of DJ Khaled and I [?]
Society, let 'em know, son...
[Verse 1]
I Welcome y'all to the dirty south cantina
Here we smoke good and everything look greener..
Now and then I get a contact from them sinners when
I should be home studying swimmin in my Dominican
Touch my brain it's a joy ride on the mother plane
Ordained ministry, Chemistry 101 so I can make the bomb shit and know just where to drop it at
I plot the coordinates dog , tell them where we at
We in the cockpit about to let off the hot shit
I check my compass for lattitude my mic your attitude
Splatter Crews, batter and bruise your team leader
Grill 'em like a fajita chop 'em put 'em in the heater
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