Lyrics:
I can geek you up
Just need a volunteer
17, 3 8 no we ain't popping beer
We smoke aha
We smoke zaza
It got hot in here
You a snitch
You a bitch
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
16,
I first dropped when I was 16
Now the kid mean,
‘Cause a lotta dark shit seen,
I ain’t pristine,
I’m on a track then it’s a hit, clean
Staying by
Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad
yeah) (oh yeah)
Little bit six-piece swimming in hot sauce (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little bit y'all, little bit brother (woo)
Little bit of wintergreen,
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
deep
It's mad how I gets so hot
It's mad how you get me by (by)
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's-
Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see
and on
To floss with the rainy weather
The seats they ain't customized
They made by Ricarro
A ruby red CF5
I'll cop by tomorrow
[Baby]
For catching me
mad at her
But that also means that a woman's past matters
Can we talk about this later no we cannot
Imma asking the burning questions, the seat is hot
Another challenge for me here to seat
Oh Lord I feel pain
Oh Lord I feel
Oh yes you warned me that when you would bring the light
That sometimes there
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without
a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take
remember cool nights
High tides
Blue waves
Hot Summer
Those good vibes
By my side
Fly by new lovers
The breeze dancing through your hands
You and me no plans
in the heat
Of the night now you tied to that hot seat
Yeah Yeah the opposite of peace huh (Huh)
Sending mom duke a wreath bruh
You moving too funny
I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just the car as it creaks
And the soft top roof, I ain't sitting in the seats
Treat the back seat
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
This a New York summer, heatwaves at all time high
Trying to look fly for every single damn dime ma
Sweating with no hot
Long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays (oh, baby)
Long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays
You know my tape deck is blastin'
My car's fast
When
[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my daughter
The water hot enough
Start
start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat
I see ya shake and shimmy
Cross the burger shop floor
I never seen a woman move so slow
I'm dyin'
French-fryin'
By the seat of my pants
Take
dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life,
voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited,
like it by the bonfire heat
If it gets too hot we can take it to the creek (I need to know)
Let's make it last all night long (just tell me how)
Tell
seats, in the back
Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods,
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