Hot Spot
Isaiah Rashad, Mez
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F*ck, this bitch never start That's the second time this week Shit Come on, baby, just, just a lil' bit Just a lil' bit more gas, come on, baby, come on I need this shit to start up F*ck Yeah She said, "Nigga, you better hurry your ass up, it's gettin' late" Far as f*ck, but I lied and said I'm ten away And I said that I no longer f*ck with Tiffany You know niggas tell plenty lies when they tryna penetrate And I give her all my energy Body like the lady who made "Lemonade," channelin' my energy Gas tank on hell nah, that and the fact that I forgot Valentine's Day could be my enemy She love my braids with the tapers I go deep, she don't give a f*ck 'bout the neighbors Love how she don't give a f*ck 'bout the paper Normally, the white BM-dub'll make a bitch hyperventilate We made a memory You got my A-COLD-WALL hoodie to commemorate You been trippin' 'cause you gained a couple pounds, chill I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey) Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey) I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit But that shit would look much better on the floor (yeah) This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go (yeah, flip, flip, flip phone) Is you makin' it loud? Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town Too busy smokin', didn't notice, I was rockin' the crowd Too busy rockin' the crowd (Yeah, yeah) Is it really enough? 'Cause I don't never get to know you, heard you f*ck 'em and leave Know they be leavin' in the morning, they ain't breakin' no hearts And they ain't breakin' no procedures that you callin' the shots That you callin' the shots (Flip) I need a secret (?) It's all for the VIP that's keepin' my interest I mob with them bitches on my cellular, sister I'm sorry I missed ya I call in a distance I'm calling ya, I'm calling ya Is you makin' it loud? Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town Too busy smokin', didn't notice I was rockin' the crowd I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey) Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey) I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit But that shit would look much better on the floor (hey) This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go Uh, how you just gon' make lonely? Yeah, but I ain't too proud to beg, yeah Yeah, how you know a nigga want me? Yeah, uh, but I ain't too proud, ah Yeah
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Written by: Isaiah McClain, Morris Ricks II
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