Thoughts
Shemon2x
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Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for safety Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady Gotta cool the finger, or the mess we made Late night thoughts, thinkin' if I'ma make it In a wraith with the stars on the roof, feel like a spaceship Lately, money been on my mind, I'm debatin' If I should flip a pack or go in the kitchen And start bakin', or work a nine to five, it's not so bad If I flip a pack, then the cops gon' be on my ass So I gotta think of somethin', no, I cannot relax With all this dirty money, on me nigga, gotta take a bath Young black man out here, tryna hustle Goin' for my rebounds, nigga, feelin' like Bill Russell And you messin' with that girl, and you put your trust in her Run my money up to seven feet, lookin' like a center I wanna win, but I know you gotta lose, too I love my greens, but I really love my blues, too Hoe, say we got a connection This not Bluetooth If he wanna play, leave that nigga red, just like YouTube Family first, but it don't go by blood Where was you when I was down in the mud Said I wanna love her, but she wanna f*ck I only love my pape, these hoes just want lust Get money in the day, leave it under the sun Tryna steal my style, swear to God, these niggas my sons I don't wanna fight, cause niggas don't do one-on-ones Like the beat, niggas, grab the gun, then let it drum Like, I just gotta move smart I want both of y'all, come in two like Pop-Tarts Don't let the bitch be the reason why you lose a bag Stop talkin' bout them bodies that you never ever had Why you fake clutchin', you ain't even got a pole Real niggas tryna get out, you tryna play a role Imma young nigga beefin' with me, you, hella old I want the money, but I'ma never ever sell my soul Cause I got G-O-D He the one that's gon' look after me He the one that's gon' make sure I'm happy And when I'm down, he gon' bless me Ay, he gon' invest when people didn't notice Yeah, gotta watch your back, put the people closest I just want respect, I don't care if you mess with me I'ma stack all these chips up like Monopoly Ay, yeah, I'm too hot, tryna stack this guwap Ay, in my jeans, lookin' like Big Knots, ay Stacking pape up all the way to the ceiling When I move my parents out, that's gon' be a great feeling Too hot, too hot, too hot, baby Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot, too hot, baby Gotta do the finger, for the love we make At 17 we fell in love
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