Lyrics:
Yeah
Cartier
Mmh
Yeah
Uh
I'm done with all of the drama
I put this shit on my mama
I'm only worried about commas
I want my money in cash
I'm over
it's bout your girls
spreading gossip on the world
i laugh when you say that i should
know all their names by now
i'm 23 you're a bit older than me
but
I’m trying to move on
But you have got the best of me
Your like the perfect song
Without the simple do Rae me
I’m waiting for you
Just call and I
now
Bad bitches only yeah thats all thats on my plane now
Rae sermead wit it aint go no type
Got em popn unlockin it like a cheat code
Got em popn
over one hundred and one degrees
And speaking of hot y'all, we're back with another new hit song
Microwave, by Casey Jones II and FARO, that's coming
world
Y'affi tough mi people
Don't let go when di stress come
Hold on strong, don't let go
Know that you can depend on you
No one else gonna dweet
tight
Sometimes you feel the pressure dropping on you (pressure from the vertical)
I start to wonder does this system matter? (only if it's vertical)
By the Almighty One
Oh Father, yeah
Some like it hot
And some like it cold
Some a like it hot tilly bop
Some like it cold
Some like it hot
brain would churn
She was hot
Oooh baby she was hot!
She winked at me
As she strutted on by
She knew what I was thinking
I could see it in her eyes
She
a rush
See you cuttin' up a pie, that's my lunch
(Run-run)
Run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's a honor to be robbed
By Denise's only son
Yeah,
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
and bees talk
With my moms
Taboo to my pops
Never talked about love but we talked about the cops
Hot pursuit ghetto birds and ghetto butterfly’s
I had them
by Rae and Ghost
Verse getting so devoured
This my super power they be saying I do the most
Oh did I mention I'm on a purple dimension
Waving bye from
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
My life is in slow-mo
When I'm drinking hot cocoa
Outside it was so cold
But you already know though
So baby have a hot cocoa
But only if you want
I wish I could sit here forever and watch the world go by
I wish I was god, the all-seeing eye
Often, I stand by my window, and just like a fly
By the Almighty One
Oh Father, yeah
Some like it hot
And some like it cold
Some a like it hot tilly bop
Some like it cold
Some like it hot
tops
Or sommer Rae in anything
That’s hot
She go down like bad stocks
If you been goin through levels to get to the final boss
Ding ding ding that’s
Or sommer Rae in anything
That's hot
She go down like bad stocks
If you been goin through levels to get to the final boss
Ding ding ding that's jackpot
She
on black tops
Or sommer Rae in anything
That’s hot
She go down like bad stocks
If you been goin through levels to get to the final boss
Ding ding ding
a couple of things I wanna say
I only play the games that I win at
And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats
As a matter
a couple of things I wanna say
I only play the games that I win at
And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats
As a matter
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