Hot Lyrics – Young Thug

Hot Young Thug Lyrics

Hot Young Thug lyrics

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Track Name: Hot
Artist: Young Thug

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Wheezy outta here
Hot hooot hooot hooot
Hot hooot hooot hooot
Hot hooot hooot hooot
Hot hooot hooot hooot

[Chorus: Gunna]
Everything litty I love when it s hooot
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 them chopsticks cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies cause her p***y 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 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 p***y a prize
D**k in her back while I m grippin her sides
Bigger Maybach this ain t regular size
We really fly we like pelican glide
B***h 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

[Chorus: Gunna]
Everything litty I love when it s hooot
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 them chopsticks cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies cause her p***y pop
I run it like Nike we got it on lock

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Cash money checks cash
Addy Birkin brand new extendos
I just wanna f**k the b***h by myself
I just passed 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***h in the front of the
Bentley in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Ayy man this s**t there the
weed you can t smoke in the Rolls Royce
I m still double cupped up
I m drinkin I shoot off your tires
I m in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
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 versuri-lyrics.info
Cartier coat Cartiers the watch
Cartier love Cartier the thooot
Cartier specs buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds they Cartier yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thooot
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 a*s 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
Hundreds racks in ones dude brought the flood out

[Outro: Gunna]
Hot hooot hooot hooot
Hot hooot hooot hooot
Hot hooot hooot damn
Hot hooot hooot hooot

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