Lyrics:
works with your fate
Feed you coconut bread, spice buns in your bed
If you don't mind sleepin' with your head face down in a grave.
Well, there ain't
Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot shit
You hijacked my heart
Now I think, I'm gonna throw a fit
Hot buns
In middle of a fire fight
Hot boobs
Hand grenades
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady running me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk
[Celly Cel]
You niggas didn't know
go duh woman you hot like summertime
woman ya body in time,
Me say everything fine
Me say everything fine
None ah them nah big like you girl
None ah
When you stole it from your mother
I'd put my hat on my head if I had one
Lord knows what he's got in store
Everything is shaped by a cross
And you'd
ganja weed
Real sensimillia the best from the east
Strictly high grade is what mi need
Pass mi the grabba the hot grabba leaf
I’m a real erbalist figth
And they will never care
But I still a burn dem burn dem woyyy
Mi haffi bun dem up
Mi haffi bun dem up
Mi haffi bun dem up
We haffi burn dem up
We
on my knees
Threw the Virgin Mother a prayer
I've walked glass barefooted
Strolled 'cross the devil's hot coal
I've tried everything, I swear
Oh,
lives
We parked it down in that empty lot
Drank that beer your brother bought
Your kiss was cool and that air was hot
We pondered life and tied the knot
and ganja needed
Ganja seedless
Grab a hot yuh fuck you got to steam it
It's the realest
Dem weed yah weh mi bun you never dream it
Then wake up and ask
Gettin' loose at the corner joint
That's all we had to do
I said baby, when you cross that floor
I sense trouble in the room
And we were rough
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leaving home every day,
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line.
Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leaving home every day,
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line.
Cross the desert sands they
Gettin' loose at the corner joint
That's all we had to do
I said baby, when you cross that floor
I sense trouble in the room
And we were rough
you toast your buns
Toast your buns on my deck tonight
I've got the gas grilled started
So lets get this party started
Pump up the gas grill
Pump
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my
just ate our hot dogs now for marshmallows and s'mores!
Music is the perfect way to end a day
I'll get my guitar go grab your uke, let's play!
It's our
again
Dutty yo
Tri-la-la-la-la-la-la, boom-boom, she lay
I and I buck a hot gyal today
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, boom-boom, she-la
I and I man haffi
Clout chasers after me like it's Chicken Run
Got bread on me like an Egg McMuffin, that's an egg in a bun
I get booty handed to me y'all be beggin'
deya fi yuh pussy, fi yuh tongue, yeh
Pepper hot, fiyah weh ya bun, yeh
Buddy hotter, but buddy mek yuh come, yeah
Yuh tell me yuh man a gi? Yuh bun
pourin' drinks from his trunk
Otto got the fire goin' warmin' up the buns
Wes is dressed up like an alien, we havin' fun
Looks like the ratio is
to introduce you?)
Asher: Cause you know, Cudi and I, we
Go all over the place We
We we cross over we don't like to we like to
Go all we walked in on some
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk
About the trail you'd left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press
and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!
Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over
.jpg/300px-Hot_Hot_Heat_(1659559709).jpg "Hot Hot Heat")
.jpg/300px-Bun_B_(2013).jpg "Bun B")
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