Hott Lyrics

Five, nine
(Ten, eleven)
Twelve, eighteen
(What?)

She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP
Yeah, now what chick could outsell me?
Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it
A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it

The more that they see the woman got a mind of her own
The less that they want a part of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone

I'm bigga, no doubt
Money gang and my G's is up
Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up

Let me address the issue
I'm super not superficial, spoil me
The only statement I'm makin' is royalties
(Rock the dollars)

Seven digits, never under my bank account hold
Numbers like your phone number plus area code
Gamble with your career, go ahead chance her
See what happened with scrubs on my records
Deserve answers

Oh, Left Eye, What's happenin'?
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh, Left Eye, teachers, children, mothers and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

What's happenin'?
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh, Left Eye, teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

Hot, hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Burn)

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot
L E F T E Y E
Hot, hot

Three, five, seven, nine, twelve, fifteen

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Tryin' to be loved, I'm thirty mill and a fan club
What you got signed for? I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car

Borderline genius, scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions, they say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault, your positions, waste not whatnot

I don't want your nothing
On top she's hot, no discussion
I'm a diva, teacher
(To the rap game)

Here when it started I'll be here when it change
Started more careers than Quincy Jones
Other rap chicks actin' funny since she's home
Do it again and again, expect her to
Left Eye, you expect me to respect you too

Oh, Left Eye, what's happenin'?
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh, Left Eye, teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

What's happenin'?
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh, Left Eye, teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

Hot, hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Burn)

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot
L E F T E YE
Hot, hot

Hot, hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot hot
(Burn)

Hot, hot, hot, hot hot
(Burn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot
L E F T E Y E
Hot, hot

Twelve, fifteen