Preme – Hot Boy (feat. Lil Wayne)

And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Let’s catch a flight and treat the world like a merry-go-round

And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
[Chorus: Preme]
Oh no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Can’t go to the 6 until the record is a clean slate

Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
I got the ice, hombre, goons on site
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Might just grow a beard, be the mean New Orleans Drake
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Oh no, no, no, no
[Chorus: Preme]
Yeah, yeah
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Diamonds on me sing like they Harry Belafonte
New clique, called, "No Broke Niggas Allowed"
Smooth bitch, smell like she came out the shower
Might just throw a party next door to where Preme stay
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
I’m just tryna hit it on the first night, squirt life Um…
[Chorus: Preme]
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
[Verse 1: Preme]
And I’m the blindest nigga up in her eyes, now I’m preachin’

I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
As my mothafuckin’ keys shake
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
Bring you where you’ve never been brung with my tongue, bae
I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Quick to cut a bitch, but never take a paycut
She just tryna ride it like a dirt bike, swerve life
[Outro: Preme]
Move then, ’cause that pussy got ahold of me now
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s a nightmare
Oh no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy

Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s an idea
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Might just do some braids like Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
Skinny ass jeans and some OVO MJ’s
I pull the roof down just to look at the clouds
Might just do some braids like Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy

Swerve life when she ask me can she spend the night here
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
I’m the livest nigga up in her life, sure, right
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Now I’m squeezin’, sexy Polynesian pepper girl, extra jalapeños
You know I’ma beat the pussy up, I don’t fight fair
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Was a hot boy in my first life, word life
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Now I’m preachin’, lookin’ for the one with the curves tight
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
I’m the type of nigga, hit it on the first night, yeah

Had to move on like a third strike
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Heard them niggas hatin’ on the team, bitch, I might care
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
‘Cause if niggas get to trippin’ then my dogs might bite, yeah
You’re holdin’ me down, yeah, we runnin’ the town
I could make you fiend for the D like a nun, bae
I don’t need the fake love, I just need the paystubs