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Hot Shit
Muziekgolfvorm laden
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[Intro]
(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Tay Keith)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit (Fly)
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit (Hot)
Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch
New Chanel, I rock it, twist it, that ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left
Bad bitch contеst, it wouldn't be a contest
Ooh, smokin' dope, I'm connеcted
I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)
Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)
These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em, "Move, move, move”
New Chanel on my body, it's a boost
I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)
Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)
[Chorus]
Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
[Verse 2]
Rap shit got boring, they been asking for me (Hm)
Mommy mode or model mode, now back to money (Hm)
Shooters know it ain't no app if I say, "Tag 'em for me" (Wap, wap)
I get real hilarious when hoes be acting funny (Hm)
Fresh out the runway with that motherfucking garment
I can smell the (Whew), smell the model with the armpit
New bag is a Telfar, Cullinan is death star
Parent teacher conference, I'm dressed like it's the Met Ball
I said I had that WAP, who got offended? Some old dry bitch
Only ho I listen to is me and my conscious
New bag got some freckles on it ooh, that's the ostrich
Thought I was the victim, I'm the killer, it's a plot twist, bitch (Brra)
[Refrain]
This that motherfucking hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit
Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo
[Bridge]
This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah
This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah
Bitch is bad and I'm a bi bitch
Yeah, yeah
Fuck her in Dubai shit
[Chorus]
Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
