Hotter Than Fishgrease - Matt Hoggatt

Come on She looked good, she looked hotter than hell All dressed in satins and lace I looked at her and it was just too clear I had to get on the case I said, "Lady, oh lady, can I take you home? There's just so much we could do I'll take you all around the whole wide world Before the evening is through" Hot, hot, hotter than hell You know she's gonna leave you well done Hot, hot, hotter than hell Burn you like the midday sun, aw I asked her why she couldn't make up her mind She said, "You don't understand I'd love to go, but there's something you should know" She showed me her wedding band Hot, hot, hotter than hell You know she's gonna leave you well done Hot, hot, hotter than hell She'll burn you like the midday sun, yeah Hot, hot, hotter than hell You know she's gonna leave you well done Hot, hot, hotter than hell She'll burn you like the midday sun

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah

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) 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 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) 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 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) 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 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