Hot (feat. Gunna) - Young Thug

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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, bring the bitch sandals
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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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Haven't had a sip, that that weed 
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You can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
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I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', 
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I shoot off your tires, 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 old ones 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 
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Like they firin', they tellin' these lies
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Actin' like they the ones created this 
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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 spread, buffalo on the side
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Princess cut diCmonds, 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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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 chCmp 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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Hundreds 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, dCmn
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Hot, hot, hot, hot
  
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