Lyrics:
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Shot gun, while Amber got my back Yeah we bouncing off
Bought a new whip cool trip
Cute peaches
[hook]
Yummy gummies so u got
Frr frr frr yea
Shh shh shh yea
I been writing in the same notebook
For bout like 4 years
All the stuff I went through
By my self I ain't shed no
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we
the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all
myself straight
Funny how you up now, and they got stuff to say
Yeah, they got stuff to say
Playing all these games
They want me for my fame
I'm all up in
albums then I'm falling back
So then you never see your brosé slack
I made a pact with promoters that the show stay packed
Moving merchandise, y'all
And that's a fact, yeah
Let me switch up
I'ma take you out, pay to get your nails done
Flex on these girls thinking they hot stuff
But they don't want love,
like who's who?
Are you you am I me and is this us?
I've come to discuss my disgust with this stuff
Shit's fucked, I ain't making it any better myself
None of these hoes can fit in my position but they want it bad
I put all you bitches in a hot seat like Kanary Blac
I just showed my ex I'm shittin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let's get it
How you claiming you the man in the mirror bur you not though
Saying that you want it but you won't give it your all no
Vegas, hot go go dancers in cages
Live on stages, Saturday night
Jason Sudeikis take your bitch
Now he crying for his pussycat
Throw live kittens through
stuff I got my pride
A man marry me he got to be nice
A girl like me don't come by twice
Dr. Funk, say you want me
Too hot to trot, I'm Blondie
Just
baby doll cause that's the real deal
You fit that description, you can't resist
After the party is over, sign up on my list
it's at the door, I want
life I dedicated it to you, there was no limit to the things I would do
Your dreams, I made them realities, kept you flossed out with a boss like me
Hot
that you didn't even know
But listen honey its drop by drop,
the stuff I'm selling it's hot, hot, hot
Mr Magic is not some toy
He's gonna
looking like some chocolate
Boy if you asking for it I'ma sock it
Might let you push some buttons in the cockpit
If you want it I'ma cop it
Just sit back
Mississippi born Mississippi raised
She struck out on her own on hot summer day
Got hit by a cold north wind
Now she says she ain't coming back
want something real)
Cuz you know I got it
Got my team by my side
And they ready to ride ( n they ready to ride)
Cuz you know we got it
In love wit
like can't nobody stop me, I'm a hot nigga
And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff
Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get yo hops up
If you got
in the summer
New York niggas only call you for the come up she always want the top floor view panorama
Back of the page top of the list oincuga walk
The man it's
The society you all keep eyin'me,
Buyin'me drinks,
Like she wants me to do her grand opening.
I'm hoping she's a pit fighter
Imaginin' Big
camp, crew thick out the pit stop
If you ain't up on that check your hit.....
Cold hands from the cold steel
Hot head from the hot lead
Stuff from
hot stuff
I'm stuck on how you get it up, I need you by my side
If I say anything other than that then I'm lying, read between the lines
I'm the guy you
that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')
I just want you to know (Hov')
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
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