MIMS - This Is Why I'm Hot

This is why I’m hot(x2) This is why(x2) uh This is why I’m hot (uh) This is why I’m hot(x2) whoo This is why(x2) This is why I’m hot I’m hot coz I’m fly (fly) You ain’t coz you’re not This is why x2 This is why I’m hot(x2) Verse 1: This is why I’m hot I dont gotta rap I can sell a mill sell you nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they say that we lost it So I’mma bring it back I love the dirty dirty Coz niggas show me love The ladies start to bounce As soon as I hit the club But in the Midwest They love to take it slow So when I hit the H I watch you get it on the floor And if you needed hyphy I take it to the bay Frisco to Sac town They do it eryday Coppin a Hollywood As soon as I hit LA I’m in that low low I do it the cali way And when I hit the Chi People say that I’m fly They like the way I dress they like (they like my) my attire move crowds from side to side They ask me how I do it and simply I reply (Chorus) Verse 2: This is why I’m hot Catch me on the block Every other day Another bitch another drop 16 bars, 24 pop 44 songs, nigga gimme what you got I’m in there driving cars Push them off the lot I’m into shutting stores down so I can shop If you need a bird I can get it chopped Tell ne what you need you know I get ‘em by the flock I call my hommie black meet me on the ave I hit wash heights with the money in the bag we into big spinners See my pimping never dragged Find me with different women that you niggas never had For those who say they know me know I’m focused on my cream Playa you come between you’d better focus on the beam I keep it so feen the way you see me lean And when I say I’m hot my nigga this is what I mean (Chorus) Verse 3: This is why I’m hot Shorty see the drop Ask me what I paid and I say yeah I paid a ?quap? And then I hit the switch that take away the top So chicks around the way they call me cream of the crop They hop in the car I tell them all about We hit the studio they say they like the way I record I gave you black train and I did you wrong So everytime I see them and they tell me that’s their song They say I’m the bomb They love the way the charm hanging from the neck And compliments the arm which compliments the ear then comes the gear So when I hit the room the shorties stop and stare Then niggas start to hate rearrange their face Little do they know I keep them things by waistside I reply nobody gotta die Similar to lil wiz coz I got the fire