Lyrics:
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
murmurs
Chewing bullets in an inhuman circus
Circuit breaking through like Edison testing the first bulb
Circadian cicadas give me the worst buzz
I'm
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
I went down to the Poly
On a hot October evening
To join in with an open stage
Organised by friends
And friends of friends
We'd made
The young
I see red in the sunlight baby
I need somewhere to go
Tick tock tick on the watch face, baby
Can't help my eyes goin, low
Two four eight and a 16,
Drego Yoga Fire flame
Bitch ain't smoking on that same shit
Nigga got gas 64 hot flame
Drego Yoga Fire flame
Bitch ain't smoking on that same shit
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives,
palmful of grease
Skied through "Keep Out" signage
Weed in his sock, beacon of snot
Knee deep evil to plot through a fever
Maid threw his Rod of Asclepius
Yeah, yo, yo, yo-yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
Y'all, yo they got us on the run, like
8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
water boys getting it in
In the trunk like whodini bangin' like old school friends
We back to back lamborghinis rocking like cartier lenz
I'm just eight
Through the crowd and scooped up one of the ducks
He made a mad dash for the door
Vinnie's goons following him in hot pursuit
But he held them back by
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
plant based
We ain't even in the same circuit
On ya six
I'm lane merging
Wit no turn signal
The game dirty
Never let a nigga
Know my next maneuver
Just do
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
and was raised, In place
Where its hot in the shade
Like ninety six degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it
On God you captivating
This is manipulation
Hands down the daughter of Satin
That got me thirty-eight hot
You keep me motivated
To keep my jealous
as niggas spend I'm thinkin'
What niggas could make back
Hit a poppy, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back
Gorilla, where my apes at, I'm Rocky nigga
A$AP
Niggas
Yeah, but we stay hot
Now would you die for your nigga?
Yeah I'd die for my nigga
Would you ride for your nigga?
I gets lie for my nigga
Would you
.jpg/300px-Hot_Hot_Heat_(1659559709).jpg "Hot Hot Heat")
Discuss these 6 8 by hot rod circuit Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In