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Flames hotter than the goddam blame 
I don't want you cause I know u won't change 
Misleading and lying I know the fake pain 
Dirty mouth, dirty lies

Animal

Troye Sivan

Bloom

2018

you
You're mine, mine, mine, tell me who do I owe that to?
And as the days fly by
We'll be more than getting through, yeah
And in time, time, time,

Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha

be the sunshine, I just don't know!

Chorus:
They're nice too bad! (Very beautiful)
They're hotter than that!
They're nice too bad!
Beauty by the grap!

Over this beat
Let's toast with wonderful drinks
This's Louis Armstrong
Blowing his horn in front of
The Sphinx
With his wife on his side
It's

chilling all alone now
Hey, Hey
Solo, Dolo
Photo? No hoe
I go, CoMo
Chanel, Birkin, Fendi, Prada
This strain, it taste like a guava
Deli be hotter than lava

The Two Magicians

Dave Swarbrick

Live At Jacksons Lane

to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith

I got that fire tho
I'm hotter than
Ki-Killc!

Got that fire tho
Need no lighter tho
Hotter than Satan yo
I'm hotter than Satan yo
Oh j'ai le feu
Oh

you, that's what they don't know, baby
Appreciate you staying down with me lately

I don't show it but my life being crazy, yeah
One hotter than me, I

Outro

Drama

Hood Music

2006

able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane

I'm litty as titty in case you didn't know

She was hotter than tamale
I went Oochie Wally
""Ooh he wildin""
True but dude be ballin
Ask my Louis wallet

lost in a three setter, that’s true
Go, go go go go go go go
Now you in yo prime, and there, ain’t nobody better than you
For every Prada G, there's a G

up with my Glock
Then go pop pop
Show you that I'm hot
Bitch

Hotter than hot
Never go stop
Wip in the pot
Shootin the oops
I'm on my gang shit
Pussy

Who the fuck are you to tell me that I'm wrong
Crackers ain't playing you see how they did Armstrong
All I see are Christmas lights but it ain't

(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’

could keep 
Or an autograph from me? 
And would you rather call the shots 
Or be shot by a bullet that isn't dated? 

And I'd rather be famous than

I'm feeling freer than ever
Putting out some music without getting shit together
That sticky-icky K got me feeling like a feather
My socks get wet

hotter than a jalapeño 
She's mine so I wouldn't try a ting I guarantee bro

That she'll shut you down 
Coz she doesn't muck about
We loyal & we knuckle

it comes to lovin' you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do

She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter

of shoes, four shirts, six rags
The chick said, "Dag, that's more than my bag"
Shawty, I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group

Is It You

Kid Ink

Up & Away

2012

Uh
We got it hotter than a stove
I'm looking I'm looking I'm looking for
The one, come and get me in the zone
Is it you, is it you come and let

Is It You

Kid Ink

Up & Away

2012

Uh
We got it hotter than a stove
I'm looking I'm looking I'm looking for
The one, come and get me in the zone
Is it you, is it you come and let me

strapping
Spend a bag on a Louis V jacket
In love with the fashion imma addict
I dont want that shit you can take it
But if your pussy clean bitch come make

city
Ain't no antidote
Bitch you ain't a snack
You a 4for 4
In the winter I'm too cold
But right now
I'm hotter than a stove
Fuck these niggahs and these