Lyrics:
determined her body burnin' like some Cajun hot sauce
And she lookin' better than some famous pop star
The way that ass shaking way more entertaining by far
buy cheap shit
Yeah you got talent but I'm a bad bitch
But now when I see her shorty whole swag switched
I walk right by her like she don't exist
buy cheap shit
Yeah you got talent but I'm a bad bitch
But now when I see her shorty whole swag switched
I walk right by her like she don't exist
the way
Done fighting demons and these angels hold my name
Gotta pay to play it when you jumping in this game
Yeah Eros on me she been feeling my heat
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
ya go for him then go for mine dawg? (Whoa)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (with
promise to be by your side
And I promise I no go leave your side
Till you high man pressure
(Pressure pressure )
She a hot hot diva
(Diva)
Number one
These my shelltoes, diamonds, beaches and reeboks
Walking by the bitches and they saying damn he hot
But the suns out i dont think that they meant me
I'm talking 20s on the table lil bitch
Fill up my cup before you ask for a tip
My eggs look a little cold what the fuck is this
She brought me
know we'd have good babies
I can tell she country by the way she speak
Tell by her ride that she real neat
Sucker for love so I call her sweet
I like
somebody
And she can ride it like she riding Kawasaki
Kawasaki, Kawasaki
Hot tamales, she want xannies
Said that she want mollies, told her she could pop it
be the red-hot dame and her lady's clown, hottest thang in town
She's the hottest thing in town by a country mile
She can lick her lips and roll
moving up love unforeseen
Her skin black so smooth and soft guess she use calamine
From distance I didn't know she hot yeah I demeaned
I've met so many
fine, she bout her business, she look like just like Fani Willis
Hit from the back in kitchens, pulling all up on her kitchen
Left two plan B's by
they go bananas
Can I be your fan
I'll cool you off, if you ever get too hot when you're burning down the spot
She don't want a man, she just wants only
I move
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
Ferrogamo T shirt, drip drip
Sexy senorita
Please to meet ya
Fuego hot, hot hot
Very hot, hot hot
Just Pulled up ina drop, droptop
Take off the top
Juice""
She want her tongue fi get scratch up by di fruit
No me anu 6 but she wah fi know di root
Some a say me ugly nuff a dem a say me cute
Chanel bleu
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
on
She goes cold and hot
If you like it or not
You better not rely on her coming on
Thank God for HRT
That stuff's alright by me
Fix her up chemically
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
My bit hot like July
I got bad bitches on my line
Number 9 I can't lie
I got the 9 right by my side
Homocide boyz I aint gone die
Yea!
My bitch hot
trouble
And murder
Hot summer, empty wallet
Didn't I call it?
Seems like you've fallen
Hot summer, feel your passion
Rage and love, she's a tender assassin
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