Rozz Dyliams – Hot To Touch lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.]
"When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fucking tell
It don’t make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God’ll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse”

[Dylan Ross]
Stealing outta purse
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Nowadays medication bogs me down
And I don’t smoke Bobby Brown
Rolling through another Northern California logging town
Like who can stop me now
I’m at the edge of success
And I’ve seen the world for what it is and I am not impressed
Prepared for the worst but I get the best
I’m not tripping
I’m dripping just like candle wax off of a bitches breast
Whipping with finesse
I’m breaking thirty birds down in twenty-nine minutes
And I ain’t even finished yet
9th bar
Kickin’ in a hotel with five stars
Golly Gee Wilikers
I’m the Godliest by far
I’m crazy with the biscuit
If you made it to my shitlist
I can turn this whole shindig into an Albanian picnic
I’m busting shit off like you shook me up and took the lid off
I’m throwing bricks off of the high-rises hoping they hit ya’ll
I’m on my regalness
I wanna women with a tattoo all across her neck
That expresses her vegan-ness
Veganism will leave you leaking jizzm
I’m the Ross motherfucker out of Ohio
Since DJ Prism
Rest in Peace Prism Man [?]
Came into Commonwealth extrodinare
I don’t do what the layman do
Intelligent not an imposter
Fresher than banocka
Beautiful women that look like Tracy Lord serving me pasta
Kicking it like dung
Smoking like a have an infinite lung
Finna holler at little Gina Simmons
Gifted by the power by nature
Fuck The World
I’ve also been known to stick my dick in the sun
Yeah
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