Lyrics:
Fire!
I make it hotter
friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm coming to get you, girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
Young nigga hot, that's scorching (I'm hot)
Walk in the store, that's a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they
blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See
off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
rock and pop it don't matter it's hot
shake that ass pop that dance it's hot dance dance
it's hot dance .. dance dance give me the mic so I can
get
waistline side to side
Come on, push up on me, I'm feelin' hot tonight
(Can you)
Touch my body, make me feel like I never felt
Deliver it, make me
make me stop cry?
you remind me of my sweet love
sort it out
(Hook)
I'm In the mood for that
I'm in the mood for that
In the mood for that
I get so hot
care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you
shooter Jus bought a new pet that be flyin Round
Them wings in it huge I can imagine you pecked by the shit it be popping Out
Got in my bag if you don't
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
Let it out no need to stop it
Energy like Imma socket
I'm dripping like Imma faucet
Yeah she hot like a hot pocket
Baby no I'm not stopping
Imma ride
help it, baby
(I'm so cool) somebody help me
I'm so, so, so hot, hot
I know I should be getting used it by now
All this attention coming from
Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine,
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
that shit that get ya jive talkin'
East side artist see walkin'
People, people, listen closely
I sing it 'cause mostly when ya'll approach me
Stay low
it's hot, just stay hydrated
Water black rose by the day
The sun haffi shine when things grey
Blessings when ya overcome
Ya see blessings when ya
All that heavy syrup sippin' (mind)
Clout by the pound (hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (hol' up)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South (hol',
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254
Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten
to admit
The adrenaline of it
Gets me all sorts of
Well
Maybe it's the fires
From hell
Calling to me
Do, don't tell
This is what it's like
What's it like
the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall (hey)
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early
Just what
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