Hot (Remix) [feat. Gunna and Travis Scott] (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)
Young Thug"Hot (Remix) [feat. Gunna and Travis Scott] (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)" é uma música de Young Thug, 2019, Pop. A música tem 4:34 de duração, 99 lines / 856 words.
Letra
0:02Wheezy outta here
0:05Hot, hot, hot, hot
0:08Hot, hot, hot, hot
0:12Hot, hot, hot, hot
0:17Hot, hot, hot, hot
0:20Everything litty, I love when it's hot
0:23Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
0:25Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
0:27I created history and made me a lot
0:29He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
0:31We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
0:34Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
0:36I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
0:38Cartier eye
0:39I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
0:41I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
0:43Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
0:46Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
0:48Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
0:50Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
0:52The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
0:54Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
0:56Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides
0:58Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
1:00We really fly, we like pelican glide
1:02Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
1:05Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
1:07She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
1:09I told her to gargle and work on her highs
1:11Everything litty, I love when it's hot
1:14Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
1:16Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
1:18I created history and made me a lot
1:21He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
1:23We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
1:25Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
1:27I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
1:30Cash, money, checks, cash
1:34Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
1:38I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
1:42I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
1:47I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
1:51I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
1:55Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
1:59I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
2:03I'm in the coupe by myself
2:05I had to kick a door when I was 5
2:08Keep the awards on the shelf
2:10Whole sixteen round in the fire
2:12I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
2:16Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
2:20Yeah, Cartier eyes
2:22Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
2:24Cartier love, Cartier the thot
2:26Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
2:28Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
2:30Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
2:33Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
2:35Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
2:37Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
2:39I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
2:41I just grip on her ass and I show out
2:43I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
2:45I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
2:47I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
2:49Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
2:52Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh)
2:55Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah)
2:59Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh)
3:03I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah)
3:08I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit)
3:12Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot)
3:17Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame)
3:21Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up)
3:25Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt)
3:29I'm in that four-door by myself
3:30Know it's a hundred more niggas outside
3:33Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh)
3:35Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired
3:38I gotta do what I feel
3:39Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well
3:42I put a lot on myself
3:43In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go)
3:46She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo)
3:50I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit)
3:54I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq')
3:59No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah
4:03Look, mom, I can fly
4:05Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
4:07Brought the angels, know the devil would try
4:09It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah)
4:11When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
4:13Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah)
4:16Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it
4:18When I'm home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah
4:22Hot, hot, hot, hot
4:24Hot, hot, hot, hot
4:29Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
4:34Hot, hot, hot, hot
Wheezy outta here 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 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 pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock 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 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 Dick in 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 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 pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos 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) Ayy, man, this synthetic 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 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 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 ass 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 whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh) Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah) Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh) I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah) I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit) 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 niggas 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, fuck 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 shit 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 fuck on a Grammy, yeah Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot
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