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Hot Boy Bling Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , Lil Durk, Jack Harlow
Below, you will find the lyrics for Hot Boy Bling by French Montana.
Ayy, hmm, aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, aye-aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hot boys in the building, ching-ching-ching, hmm
Mad bitch pull up, pull up, ting-ting-ting, hmm
Whole team full of captains king, king, king
We the best in the game gon' put him in the ring, baby, ding-ding-ding
Ball like Telfar Sebastian
Got a MILF, ain't worried in your caption
Left the brown bag under the mattress
And the thing tucked, came through the back with it
Everybody rich, started from the trap with us
Shawty bad, might pick her, no cap with it
Ran it up, came back to the trap with it
Twenty years in the game, still that nigga
Ayy, hmm, aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, aye-aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Yeah, that boy high
I'm the motherfucker that they try and boycott
Heard you was speakin' on me, boy, stop
Crank this song, she was like, yeah'
French got big whips sittin' in the garage
Smells like money in the damn fort yard
Got two pools and it got four yards
Big ass trees, sequoias
Fuckin' 'round with this, I'm sick for you
Range Rover was an Explorer
Remember them girls used to ignore us
Now, she wanna be my Senora
Is that your girl Shit, sort of
I got one in Georgia and Florida
All she wanna do is hit Sephora
French went and got another hit chorus
Ayy, hmm, aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, aye-aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
My first case was Juvie
Hot Boy, nigga, like Juvey
'Lotta bad bitch hand out coochie
Ooh-wee, diamonds in the face be crushed up usually
Pop a Percocet, turn to a dog, Scooby
You can tell a nigga if he real from his jewelry
Goggles from Gucci, my eyes look blurry
Run up the check and I bribe the jury
Hot boy bling-bling right out the Urus
Blow a bag, when I go to Paris, I'm a tourist
Shot a video on your hood, no security
Glock .23 but the clip on Curry
Got a lil' bitch from ATL
Ask where's the cash like, 'Durk, you hear me?'
Run up that check, check, check, check
Gun go get, get, get, get, yeah, yeah
Ayy, hmm, aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, han
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
Hmm, aye-aye
Hot boy bling-bling-bling
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