Sage The Gemini - Hot Coffee Lyrics

(Produced By Sage The Gemini)
ft. Chippass

Shit, fuck it, driving on the freeway, car crash life flash grab the e-brake
Threats arriving, he say she say
But if you come to East bay, I'mma put his life on Ebay
Get high bitch, you aint me, you the hybrid
Like greeting the Chinese upper cut you thatÂ’s hi Chin
I don't like friends, just family, others vamonos
Me and Quami, west McArthur at Los Puamos
Vicious with the spit on comodo, tell their momma I'm a jacker, son
Titter, he solo, used to riding the stolo, no money to get my own
I even used to wish the style was free
I couldn't do it off the dome
But I don't wanna think of that
You drop yo food, you feed the rats
Blow yo brain into yo head
I gave yo ass a thinking cap
Moving on my gangsta shit
I won't stress, that's gangsta crip
I say I'm untouchable, but touch me, boy, that's fuckin' it

(Hook x2)
Aw shit, they shootin'
Wake yo ass up, this ain't a movie!
This real, these facts
This the hot coffee in yo hat


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