Lyrics:
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
anticipation
It feels like she knew I knew
She's So Hot her motor's running
She's ready anytime of the day
Yeah, yeah yeah
She's So Hot look at her coming
I fucked yo bitch
Sike
Nah I'm just playing
But I'm just saying
Yo she be slaying
She looking fine
(Aight?)
No disrespect
But she perfect
The way she
grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's playing on
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
Well, she sits there in the porch swing
On a hot afternoon in Georgia
Surveys everything on Daddy's lap
And the gentlemen callers come by
To tell
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
her car by a spot
Covid-19, I fuck her in the dark
I don't pay for that hoe when I smack
I like your girl because she is so hot
I caught your girl while
isn't fun to watch someone get maimed
John Doe was his name under white sheet and surrounded by tape. Dang
I hope that she don't got herpes if she got
a picture
I'm counting money
I just want me seven figures
You mess with Chako
He gon' bite you he a pitbull
I'm in the cut finna shoot you
If you ack up
I'm
over one hundred and one degrees
And speaking of hot y'all, we're back with another new hit song
Microwave, by Casey Jones II and FARO, that's coming
ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot
Big homie have you seen her
She got the dope breath, all white nina
Packed like Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I
joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down
joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down
blowed, fire
Hot like fire but she so cold, fire
Flow like lava fire and brimstone, fire
Drop that fire by the shit load, fire
Smoke that fire when she gets
a seat in as soon as you left college
Off the check that lil bitch be balling
She [?] my nigga, you [?]
Sad cause ain't no real profit [?] peace
Rather
getting hot up in the room
& I'm just getting turned on by the perfume that she got up on her skin, aye
She started kissing me on my neck, then she made her
Yo, Big Shaq, the one and only
Man's not hot, never hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom
Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths
Full clip, we about to hit him with four fifths Two guys, ten bitches, we got four fifths
My pitbull ratchet, her nails smell like corn chips
Yeah I'm
sometimes I ask myself
Will the violence ever cease "Oh my God"
(You know you gon' like it, Kalonji, Wyclef)
It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God"
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggas
She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker
mine
she's the opticoma fascination
and that's what's real to me
A red hot chick by classification
she's to blind to see
In my thought, she looks just
At my house you find a preschool E.C.D
At my house you find no pitbull literally
So watch out for me I ain't never sleeping
Only sipping on that
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