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