Lyrics:
to the fuckin floor
Put that fuckin pedal to the metal to the fuckin floor
The ladies love me kuz I'm hotter than the devil
The ladies love me kuz I'm hotter than
It's Meek Milly north Philly no I'm alive
They say I'm lazy but
Super hotter than summertime
Goons with me honey shots it's rummytime
Running time
Block is hotter than a pickup from Kelz
Jinbei coming back I'm giving visits to hell
Named the drop top hell shell
A lot of niggas hate but that's okay,
keep it heated
Did he diss that guy
I just think you reaching
Funny, I get sick of all the fake Drakes
Say they in the Maldives, faker than they streams
seeping, I'm like venom
Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer
Even though heaven sent him
See my vision as I've elevated and risen
Open your eyes,
hotter than some chili
Always in my zone-y, pockets padded like a lily
Know a couple homies keep that uzi like it's Philly
You know what the deal-y
Rappers
you know (do you know)
Baby hotter than a burning fuego (fuego)
Come and tell me what you really like
This potion that im brewing make you feel real
hotter than ever, don’t wanna go where losers go
Night after night, after nigh, you’re wasted by my stand
Let it go. Don’t you know, you keep losing all
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
Louis Armstrong
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful
Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
and drunk by the water
Kept that sunburnt love getting hotter
And that feeling never faded like the tan lines on your skin
I'd do June, July, and August
by yours truly
Fiend for that cheese, I ain't talking Ratatouille
We don't compare, boy you sing for the coochie
Bitch I'm hotter than a flame in
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
too loud, mister
Not now
I'm catchin' I'm catchin' I'm catchin' I'm catchin'
I'm catchin' the eyes of a fabulous beauty
Can tell by her grin that she
me a reason
To leave a nigga bleeding
The summer is hotter than Syrian women in heat
That's reason enough, motherfuck any allegiance, ya heard me
Give
forget her date
Heard of my plan, she fuckin' with me anyway
If she thicky like Nicki I put that pussy on my plate
How you not notice the flyest niggas
puttin' on
You're hotter than July (super hot)
Super colder than December (so cold)
You got me dancin'
The dancefloor tells no lies (tells no lies)
to lovin' you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama
99, premature young nigga barely made it by, I seen my brother Ken in blood
That shit made me cry
Young nigga been thru hella shit was born in 99
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
Cr*ckers ain't playin'
Like Tebow, man
My block hot
Hotter than the flames of hell
Most the homies went to prison
or they 6 feet in the grave
Up all
like Mmm
Healing? healing
You're healing some of your wounds
That were inflicted
When these motherfuckers was stunting on you
Mmm
Money cars bottles
I want it all (I want it all, yeah)
I want it all (I want it all, yeah)
[Tim Armstrong]
Some come hoping to bleed it
Some look up but don't see
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