Lyrics:
that negative energy bitch we don’t claim, I’m hotter than fire I be spitting flames, don’t try to throw shots I’m on point with the aim, uh all of my
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
know?
If you can shop, you know
?
Hotter than the summer at Kajasa
Where Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Don Store Opera
Hijack
to the mic
Cuz tonight I'm gonna SpaZz Out (Out)
Can't nobody do it like Chris WADE
I'm all about my money, I gets PAID
Ain't nobody hotter than this BABE
Big
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Word
Uh, uh
European size, that's a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my
Niggas call me Pammy and I
Always eat
she ain't the one
She don't have any kids, and you can tell
That body banging, yeah, she's hotter than hell
She stay on the low, and she keeps it
heard about, fresher than you heard about
Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lot
let it peek
I will forever be hotter than the devil be
I can start a car like
A Prius is, Lexus, Mercedes, and Porches
A whole lot of horses
That's your
Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it
Everything I got, she gettin' it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it
Hop out the Benz, she gettin' it
all the shots
Blocks hotter than June
We call all the shots
Don't nobody make a move
We call all the shots
Everybody get in tune
We call all the shots
I been doin' good, so good
I been on my best behavior
I been livin' by the book
I should've known that sooner or later
You'd walk in this place,
What's Your Game
I Make It Rain
Got Fashion
It cin't Louis
Rocking Tekika
Or Maybe Cruise
Bring ‘Em In Twos
See It's 1K Dollars For Them Shoes
c
that's why I fuck with you
Left me provide for you, comfortable as a Huxtable
Your whole style is colder than Minnesota
I love your profile, the way you
in the dance.
Hotter than a fire, in a love that’s so divine,
With you by my side, we’ll keep this passion alive.
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
I said I'm on to that next shit
You lookin' at the bestest
Married to the game
Treat you niggas like my step-kids
Pull up in that Porsche niggas feel
my Yeezys size 11 runner skates
I just want to take my lil baby on a dinner date
She just rocking double c, Louis V, Gucci, high rays
Shoutout Zac he
the plot
Ever since the day of crack sales I upgraded the block, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug and Birked off
You were hotter than the heatwaves coming off a Tennessee two-lane
Hotter than the high noon sand in a little beach town
You were hotter than
And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss
So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her
Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone
This
here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down here
[Chorus w/ (T.I. ad-libs)]
[Verse 3 - T.I.]
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known,
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling
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