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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