| Wheezy outta here
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
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| Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
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| Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
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| I created history and made me a lot
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| He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
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| We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
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| Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
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| I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
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| Cartier eye
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| I’m the bossman in a suit but no tie
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| I can’t be sober, I gotta stay high
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| Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
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| Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
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| Don’t worry, baby, I keep me some fire
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| Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
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| The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
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| Don’t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
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| Dick in her back while I’m grippin' her sides
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| Bigger Maybach, this ain’t regular size
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| We really fly, we like pelican glide
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| Bitch, you ain’t slick, I can tell the disguise
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| Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
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| She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
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| I told her to gargle and work on her highs
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| Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
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| Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
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| Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
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| I created history and made me a lot
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| He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
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| We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
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| Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
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| I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
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| Cash, money, checks, cash
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| Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
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| I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
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| I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
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| I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
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| I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
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| Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can’t smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah,
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| woah (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m still double cupped up, I’m drinkin', I shoot off your tires,
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| huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
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| I’m in the coupe by myself
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| I had to kick a door when I was 5
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| Keep the awards on the shelf
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| Whole sixteen round in the fire
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| I’m sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin'
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| these lies
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| Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
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| Yeah, Cartier eyes
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| Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
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| Cartier love, Cartier the thot
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| Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
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| Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
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| Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
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| Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
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| Cartier jeans, ain’t no way I can sag
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| Ain’t no way I’ma ever gon' go out bad
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| I can’t go out, no way I’ma go out
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| I just grip on her ass and I show out
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| I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
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| I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
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| I whip with the wrist and I don’t break the door out
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| Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
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| Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
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| Hot, hot, hot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot , by - Young Thug. Song from the album So Much Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп