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lirik lagu young thug - hot (remix)

[intro: gunna]
wheezy outta here
hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot

[chorus: gunna]
everything litty, i love when it’s hot
turned up the city, i broke off the notch
got some more millis, i keep me a knot
i created history and made me a lot
he tried to diss me and ended on fox
we call ’em chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
took her out of follies ’cause her p-ssy pop
i run it like nike, we got it on lock

[verse 1: gunna]
cartier eye
i’m the bossman in a suit but no tie
i can’t be sober, i gotta stay high
pour me some syrup in a canada dry
ridin’ in the sp-ceship like bonnie and clyde
don’t worry, baby, i keep me some fire
shenenehs and birkins, she cannot decide
the latest mercedes her go-to surprise
don’t sleep on miss lady, her p-ssy a prize
d-ck in her back while i’m grippin’ her sides
bigger maybach, this ain’t regular size
we really fly, we like pelican glide
b-tch, you ain’t sl1ck, i can tell the disguise
upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that sky
she sing, i might sign her and change her whole life
i told her to gargle and work on her highs

[interlude: young thug]
cash, money, checks, cash
addy, birkin, brand new extendos
i just wanna f-ck the b-tch by myself
i just p-ssed her to the dawg like my sprite

[verse 2: young thug]
i took the bentley coupe back, then i hopped in a cayenne (skrrt)
i put the b-tch in the front of the bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
ayy, man, this sh-t there the weed you can’t smoke in the rolls royce, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
i’m still double cupped up, i’m drinkin’, i shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
i’m in the coupe by myself
i had to kick a door when i was 5
keep the awards on the shelf
whole sixteen round in the fire
i’m sick and tired of these young n-ggas act like they firin’, they tellin’ these lies
actin’ like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
yeah, cartier eyes
cartier coat, cartiers the watch
cartier love, cartier the thot
cartier specs, buffalo on the side
princess cut diamonds, they cartier, yeah
cartier bag for the cartier thot
sky wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
cartier jeans, ain’t no way i can sag
ain’t no way i’ma ever gon’ go out bad
i can’t go out, no way i’ma go out
i just grip on her -ss and i show out
i sit like a champ and i wait on a hold-out
i just whip up a new chanel patek
i whip with the wrist and i don’t break the door out
turn the whole top floor to a wh0r-house
hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (oh)

[interlude: young thug & travis scott]
cash, money, checks, cash (ooh, ah)
addy, birkin, brand new extendos (ooh)
i just wanna f-ck the b-tch by myself (ah)
i just p-ssed her to the dawg like my sprite (ooh, it’s lit)

[verse 3: travis scott]
hot like the 504 boyz how i move through the lobby (hot)
since ‘012, la flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (la flame)
hundred mil’ down on my desk, but i’m still up deciding (straight up)
match the m’s in my account to the truck in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m in that four-door by myself
know it’s a hundred more n-ggas outside
know they gon’ ride ’til the death (ooh)
had some good years, ain’t no way i get tired
i gotta do what i feel
every day super bowl, f-ck it, oh well
i put a lot on myself
in the field, richard mille on like odell (let’s go)
she slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (doo-doo-doo)
i had to go back and link with my slimes like i’m thirteen and zero (it’s lit)
i told her, “baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel” (part of the seq’)
no, we not livin’ the same, we not makin’ the same, we not equal (no), yeah, yeah, yeah
look, mom, i can fly
had some troubles, put that sh-t in the sky
brought the angels, know the devil would try
it’s so hot, you thought paris hilton done said it (yeah, yeah)
when we come out, we can’t help but leave damage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
afterparty, astroworld out the planet (yeah, yeah)
laid the map out, but they didn’t understand it
when i’m home, know that i f-ck on a grammy, yeah

[outro: gunna]
hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot, d-mn
hot, hot, hot, hot

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