Lyrics:
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It
opinions fuck na I'm agreeing
A back seat type of guy that's what I be
Unless you kicking down hoe fuck a telly
I tell a bitch like this yo fuck it
If
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
always keep it hot
We been through the struggles, and we done seen it all
The rise and fall, but Deadly Venom counquers all
Ya see at A&M, we got caught
Hot flow providers
Two southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)
Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heat
Out the window bitch (Blah)
Steady
soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it,
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I'm hot, sometimes I'm not
Tonight I'm ready, ready to rock
No sitting home, all alone-not tonight
Tonight I'm in
own seats
Court-side and it's cheap bucks versus Knicks
Watch my homie B Janice, drop 36
And that's a definition of, when pain meets love
That it
play Calypso
Wine pon di riddim like Calypso
My eyes shine bright like a disco
Yuh know say mi pop before di intro
(Mm)
Wine pon de hot
Yuh
a bitch under like Harriet Tub'
I caught a whole body, now the block hot
You caught a half a body like a crop top
If it's in my hair then it's top notch
Pulled you out by your hair
If people ask I was never there
Come on baby and take a ride with me
Come on baby let's drive to the sea
Chorus
It's a hot
can shop online, drink all the wine
Binge a whole season of the Real Housewives
Call the girls, we go to town
Never have to put that toilet seat down
a car full of hot iron
I'm flyin', hand on the steering wheel
Other on the semi kid fuck the police
I'ma show him what a Hemi is
You shoot 'em up, I'm
I was gone for a second now they packin'
Aye, this that laid back Houston raised flow
Got the seat reclined hand hanging out the door
And you know
through
You can smell the revenue
Success got a air to it
Yes, we the heirs to it
Lane stretch, game prep
Never dance the same step
Hot tracks, pay
Jump into the back seat
It's you and me together tonight
Wrap your arms around me
Let's ride until we see sunrise
Flying down the street like thunder
wonder if I should just let it crash
No passengers to be sat, no one to push a seat back
No one to make a playlist, no one to give me feedback
Wonder what
to the hotel, got in the room
There's shit in the toilet
Dick hair on the seat
And somebody blood on the towel
Well this shit here for you!
Carbonation and puss
on a spree
Ayy, how many of y'all seen half
A mil' before you twenty-three?
How many of y'all hit the bank
Heard, "Welcome back, sir, please
Take a seat
chocolate and a whipped cream
And parsley garnish and a nice orange twist
It's the 4th of July, apple and parsley pie
Served hot and steaming with
Yummy
out the passenger
Side of the two seat (Grrah)
Bitches ain't keepin' up
They could say what they want when I slide
Bet them bitches ain't speakin' up
fucking crazy
I'm fucking crazy
I'm fucking crazy
I'm fucking crazy
Just like matches, bring the heat
If you're hot then drop this beat
Oh get your ass up
that's cool tho you fool doe
Broke bitch I will never give you kudos
I like crystal hot sauce in my noodlеs
I get the bag all about my Roman numerals
I
'Bout to pull an all nighter
Stand in the spot but the block on fire, hot
Lookin' out the window seein' cops
If they raid, nigga can't flush
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