Lyrics Dot Dot Curve – HotBoxxx

Chorus: Jayreck
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Middle fingers to the sky
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high

Verse 1: Jayreck
Yo, I’m all the way turnt up, you can call me Soulja
See me it’s four sit, me I’m like told ya
Don’t get it twisted, put your gun back in your holster
Cause if you pull it out, you know I be like «Hold up»
Yo, yo, I’m guilty, know I’m innocent
We are OG’s, man, we are both
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We can go and get ’em guap
Yo, my rims keep spinnin’, even though I’m stopped

Chorus: Jayreck
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Middle fingers to the sky
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Every time we drive by

Verse 2: Spanky
Put your blunts up (Put’ em up)
Put your drinks up (Put’ em up)
Take a hit, take a shot
Let’s get fucked up
Put your blunts up (Put’ em up)
Put your drinks up (Put’ em up)
Take a hit, take a shot
Let’s get fucked up
Chillin’ at my ride, never roll our windows down
We wanna hotbox this motherfucker, hotbox this motherfucker (Yeah)
Chillin’ at my ride, never roll our windows down
We wanna hotbox this motherfucker, hotbox this motherfucker, yeah

Chorus: Jayreck
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Middle fingers to the sky
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Every time we drive by
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Middle fingers to the sky
Throw ’em up, throw ’em high
Every time we drive by
That’s hotbox in motherfucker
Hotbox in motherfucker
Hotbox in motherfucker
Hotbox in motherfucker
Hotbox in motherfucker
Hotbox in motherfucker

Outro: Jayreck
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