Oba Rowland feat. Sada Baby - HOT 107.5
HOT HOT HOT!
FEELING HOT HOT HOT!
Chorus 1:
Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,
Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way
S K U B A
And my nigga O B A
OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it
SADA Verse:
(HOLLUP!)
Johnny tapia
Me don’t eat tilapia
Lobster on me Ms
Versace Camoban
Gulla Gulla island
Drink Anejo with yo mama
You don’t want no problems
AR make him a Frittata
I caramba
I got hands I can rumble
Cross the border
Using bodies for bundles
Cha Cha mama
Shoot yo poppa for dollas
Guala SADA
Pop his collar with hollows
Manana Mexican for tomorrow
Skuba Steve Coca leaves I’m sourcing
No middleman I know Jorge
Pablo Escobar type of the de fortune
Can’t lock me up I’m a build me a fortress
You can’t do shit
Ricky Marty-an in my brand new Cartiers
Ricky Bobby paid driving any kind of way
Shoot up your Quinceanera
F*ck your get together again
Eddie Guerrero euro stepping with pure dope
Skuba Guerrero selling hardcore holly
Mariachi band with the Molly
Do the salsa dance on your auntie
In a Monte she gone take a Carload
Cross between Castro and Marlo
Bricks from Morocco with barcodes
Lil Niggas asking me what are those
HUH!!
Chorus 2:
Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,
Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way
S K U B A
And my nigga O B A
OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it
OBA Verse:
Mama told meBoy be careful
You my only son You special
You my only son No extras
And I don’t like these Niggas gestures
I said Mama, don’t you ever worry
I sleep with choppas and I wake up early
I made a promise and my niggas heard me
Oh yea them my partners, and they really murder
(Oh damn) oops, that’s off the record,
Take that off the record
Big bro taught me better
I am so embarrassed
I was born a Pharrell
You got poor genetics
You been poor forever
You I know will never
Cross the border for it
Almost deported for it
Me a migo,
You look like a trump supporter
Can’t tell I’m no informant
Don’t get lost like Dora thee explorer
Chop yo Ford Explorer
Duck to Bora Bora
I am Joe Pesci SADA Dinero
Chasing $Dinero
Good fellas but we are not the heros
Once a Nigga tried to run to Rio de Janeiro
Put the stick to his head like a sombrero
Feeling hot hot hot habanero
Seen the cops, had to blast the barrel
Bent the block they caught me at Valero
No comprenda me don’t speak a English
Bitch you fat and black
They told me I was petty
Yo bitch f*ck with me the Longway Lisa Leslie
I ride de seite millas
Jugando Miguel
Dropped in Chanel like I’m in the
El Plaga cartel
Commission the bells
Javion Roger Goodell
Speak with yo mind
But say what you feel
Don’t pay me no mind,
Just pay me in Bills
Pussy!
Chorus 3:
Brand new Cartiers
On a hot summer day,
Choppa on me
Do em any kind of way
S K U B A
And my nigga O B A
OLE OLE!…
OLE OLE!
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it
(Feeling Hot Hot Hot)
Puerto Rico for the work
Go to Mexico for it
Go to Cuba for the work
I cross the border for it