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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraHot Shit (feat. Kanye West & Lil Durk)
(Tay Keith, this too hard)(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)(Tay Keith)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahNow this that hot shitJimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit (Fly)Might get in the tub with all my iceOn some 'Pac shit (Hot)Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitchNew Chanel, I rock it, twist and it ain't even out yetAll this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxiousBought a home and closin' on anotherI know I'm blessedEverybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots leftBad bitch contest, it wouldn't bе a contestOoh, smokin' dope, I'm connectеdI don't know what's longer, manMy blocklist or my checklistI don't know what's colder, manMy heart or my necklacePretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfastStill might slide on a opp (It's electric)Hatin' didn't work so they lie (So they lie)These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they diedTell 'em, “Move, move, move”New Chanel on my body, it's a boostI'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)Brand new chopperCan't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)Oof (Oof)Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)Ooh (Ooh)Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)I thought I killed you hoes beforeIt must be déjà vuIt's either thatOr I'm catchin' body number twoThis that block music, this that drop locationDrop a opp music (Man)This ain't for them niggas in the houseThis shit for Glock usersAnd don't talk down on trenches hoesWho known to be a cock userThis that pill talk, gotta buss his hatHe cut on opp musicWho said you gang? (Who?)Who said you could come aroundThis bitch and hang? (Who? Who?)And I fucked your baby mama, mamaAnd I ain't say a thing (Shh)They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21I pick my side, switches fullyAnd I'ma die for 21 (Slaughter Gang)I got plenty carsI hit plenty stars and didn't comeI said it plenty timesI pay for bodies, I ain't pay for noneYou think I'm finna leave my bitch for you?She fuck Future, too?I know that Von hit herShe pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (Smurk)Oof (Oof)Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)Ooh (Ooh)Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)I thought I killed you hoes beforeIt must be déjà vuIt's either that or I'm catchin' body number twoPinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appearI'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill your manI'm just sayin', now I start to get used to the pain'Til one day I said, "Fuck it"brought my masseuse on the planeWhy you playin'? Reach in the gang, lose a hand“Where you stand?Where was Jay at? Where was them at?Where you done that? Where you live at?"Another headline, "Where your hat at?""Nigga, go home, where your kids at?"They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mm-mmWhen we lost Virg', I was on the verge, mm-mmI just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mm-mmWe just made a silent movie with no words, mmGuess who toppin' now? Uh, God got me now, uhGuess who at Balenciaga?Guess who shoppin' now? UhThey can't stop me now, uh, I been poppin' out, uhCardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mm-mmI flew in and out, hundred-fifty-thou', mm-mmNow, even when they shout, gotta shout me outSo ahead, go ahead, mm-mmNot even close, all of y'all is number twoOof (Oof)Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)Ooh (Ooh)Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vuIt's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
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