Lyrics:
aerobics
We getting lit, that ouzo drip, drip, but she can handle it
The way she dip up on that, gon break her hip, aha
Damn agapi mou, I’m still amazed by
aye
It's been a journey yes it has it's been a ride
Been putting hours in to see the minute I arrive
'Cause I'm too young to feel like I been running
when you could have a Zamboni?
That zamboni was heavy with water and she didn't handle curves too good
But still, I wondered, what she could do? So I
Like me
I mean mentally
Emotionally and physically
I like my women deep
I like 'em
Hot blooded by nature
But not promiscuous
A women who can
Dedicated to all the DJ's and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)
Don't nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We're coming for all
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
created this wave and you just a wannabe
We be winning too much like Tyson & Ali
About to fall off, yeah I need me a grip
Game by the handle, yeah don’t
angle (wassup?)
Upper echelon, I'm followed by the angels (go)
I done seen a lot, I handle my business
Finna run it up, a nigga independent (woah)
Had
working with, handle ya business
And keep coming with that stuff that I like, light a candle
I'm too hot to handle, I see your eyes sizin' up my
gets better You say you're hotter than hell
But you change like the weather You say you're hot as hell
Think you're a trendsetter And I'm by myself
But
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
be -Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
Before I
Handle this shit by myself gotta own it
The more the merrier
That's my baby so I carry her
She boost me up like exponents
It ain't no shade wit the ink
on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause they swing right to left
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause
Gonna be so hot that
Even the cool succumb
I can't really show you by example
'Cause I don't really seem to have a handle
On winning ways
Just financial
match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
just back up back up Yo way up way up
Or you'll get voself smacked up
like it pad we hit'em up
Too cold to hold yo we too hot to handle
Ladies are you
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
much..to handle, im a hot mess, and too hot to touch. So I bounce around from friend groups like hot potato. Can't catch up with old peeps, im life without
easy never too much
Fingers on fire I'm hot at the touch
Stopping the time so I don't gotta rush
But my heart keep on beating so I hit the thrusters
Look
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
It might be too much for me to handle
You aint opening up this door like I just flew up off the handle
Im tryna get in her system Infect her mind
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