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      Young Thug - Hot (Remix) Música y Letra

      Hot, hot, hot, hot
      Hot, hot, hot, hot
      Hot, hot, hot, hot
      Hot, hot, hot, hot
      Everything litty, I love when it's hot
      Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
      Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
      I created history and made me a lot
      He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
      We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
      Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
      I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
      Cartier eye
      I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie
      I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
      Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
      Ridin' in the spaceship 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 pussy a prize
      Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides
      Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
      We really fly, we like pelican glide
      Bitch, you ain't slick, 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
      Everything litty, I love when it's hot
      Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
      Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
      I created history and made me a lot
      He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
      We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
      Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
      I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
      Cash, money, checks, cash
      Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
      I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
      I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
      I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
      I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
      Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah)
      I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
      I'm in the coupe by myself
      I had to kick a door when I was five
      Keep the old ones on the shelf
      Whole sixteen round in the fire
      I'm sick and tired of these young niggas 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 spread, 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 ass and I show out
      I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
      I can 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 whorehouse
      Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
      Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
      Hot, hot, hot, hot
      Hot, hot, hot, damn
      Hot, hot, hot, hot

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