Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flamin Hot Cheetos, artist - Keshore. Date of issue: 20.05.2018
Song language: English
Flamin Hot Cheetos |
| I got these Flaming Hot Cheetos on my fingers |
| I’m tryna hold you |
| Promise that I’ll always remember |
| That’s what I told you |
| Now I’m sitting wishing |
| And reminiscing these visions of our springtime days |
| Sunflower you was in full bloom |
| 'Cause you that pretty girl I always see in my dreams |
| And maybe you can let him go and come be pretty with me |
| I feel that summertime breeze |
| Lullabies in the trees |
| And yo, your voice is like an angel |
| You an angel to me |
| You got a jean skirt, air max |
| Flowers in yo' hairband |
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand |
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that |
| Girl, you flaming hot |
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants |
| Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband |
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand |
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that |
| Girl, you flaming hot |
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants |
| Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband |
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand |
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that |
| Girl, you flaming hot |
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants |
| It just be like that, ay |
| Say you love her she don’t love you back |
| My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos |
| I need my Clairo back |
| Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back |
| First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man |
| Sunflower picking, I eat her sunflower seeds |
| And World War 3 drive the pain |
| I swear to God I will leave |
| I need a Clairo shawty, uh |
| I need to hold you, uh |
| I be dreaming about my pretty girl |
| I wish I could love you |
| You vented on him Gucci |
| Like baby girl that’s a bad match |
| You Filas on my Suegos |
| Like a Future Vans at Golf stands |
| Haven’t left my bed yet |
| Dreaming 'bout a bad bitch |
| I’m just tryna get with you |
| Wishing I could bag that |
| It just be like that, ay |
| Say you love her she don’t love you back |
| My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos |
| I need my Clairo back |
| Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back |
| First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man |