The Hotspot

Lyrics: Reemunni/ERIC A Music: Reemunni/ERIC A [Intro: Tag & Reemunni] You're now locked in to PacmanTV Woi, woi, woi, woi You already ****ing know what time it is I'm a demon bitch doin' demon shit Free the mandem, gluh

[Verse] All the verbal gets me mad (Mad) Big man, I'm a girl, but you can get tanned Real rap, man, I’ve been on the road, fat shank in my bag, no cap, so I beg a man please move mad Your man wanna try bruck my back So I might bruck that if I'm feelin' bad Like nah, **** that man, I'm not no slag Got big bruck backs and the bruck back's mad Cleanest heart, dirty livin' Man, I've made some mad decisions Take that risk for the bands, I’ll risk it Anything goes when it comes to the riches Long weave-weave, that’s 20 odd inches Nails on fleek, I'm a rеal hood princess 'Bout time that I came for you bitchеs Queen, what? Where? My nigga, what is this? I can tell you 'bout bando diaries Turned to the trap 'cause jobs won’t hire me Man, I beg that bitch come try me Been on the ends, C town, come find me When you talk, best talk politely 'Cause around here, we don’t take that lightly Them girls wanna be just like me Stealin' my style like are you alright, G? Word to the gods, Reemunni can’t lack Bro lean out the ride, tryna aim and attack I ain’t talkin' 'bout sex, man, he blowing out backs Quick OT trip, now, I’m blowin' out stacks I need that dough, man, I need that cash We get the grub gone and we don’t use no madj Back my ting, I ain’t usin' hands The opps are dead broke like "Where’s your bands?" Little sis' said "Bro, I need some dough" So I just sent her Scotland I was pissed 'cause she did get nicked With P's and grub, now, the askar got them Big bro got shots, he’ll pop them Manna head top them, hashtag Coffin If he thinks he’s on the well off him Hands in the air, that’s bare man droppin' Man, I swear if I buck this patty Back out my wand and wave like Harry Get the food gone like a ****in' fatty Stuck on the block, man, I'm way too trappy Got things that tap that tappy and I’m too tapped Let a bitch try @ me Backed out my blade On you and your akhi Doin' up dash You was doing up athlete If I back this soaker Make a girl get wet like sex It’s over I ain’t playing no games When I talk bout poker Straight on-sight like Batman and Joker If bro-bro catch him an opp on the block, he’s lettin' that pop like soda I'm a real south London soldier Loner, no, I had no olders Man I put in that work in Trap phone twerkin' Don’t you know the hot line jumpy? On the ride, that’s dumpy dumpy My man ran when he saw this pumpy He tripped like Humpty-Dumpty Can’t beef us, you're a ****in' numpty G-Skeng, she’s down for the ****ery Can’t come Claptown, shit gets ugly Man, I hate them guys talk that talk, but they don’t walk a thing You don’t hit no shots, don’t make no bread, no banging on opps, you don’t do them things Bro's got bells, he’s lettin' it ring I pray the other side don’t sing Pop percs, man, the gang love ping Yeah, we love get lit, we on demon things