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Yeah, uh make it hot | Yeah, uh-huh-huh, what? | Yeah make it hot
Yeah, uh make it hot Yeah, uh-huh-huh, what? Yeah make it hot Yeah, uh make it hot Make it hot (yeah, yeah) Uh We can sit in silence Short hair like Cleo chick can set it off Gangster bitch like Vivica when she let it off She drop the range for the niggas, she dropped the fellas off Hot acid up, designer for her pops, her cheddar long (Alright) She smoking like a bong, I slip it through the pearly thongs (Uh) She put my jewelry on, I fuck her to my nеwest song (Alright) Left the boots on, sis slеpt on the Futon (Yeah) Wake me up for lunchtime, pass me the Grey Poupon (Silence) Don't do coupons, your ex was on Groupon (Uh) Got you in the mansion and you waking up to new palms (Uh-huh) You could be my stripper, I just put some Uncle Luke on (Right) Lovin' in the tub until all the water is lukewarm (Right) Before we go again, I sip some Goo Gone (Uh-huh) When you wet, I start to tingle 'cause it's too warm (Uh) I ain't put the condom on 'cause you got me stuck (Yeah) I'm pullin' out, I ain't ready to shoot the club off Oh I'd like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga) The kind of nigga I could be down for (down for) Got me feeling for you, want you to show me (show me, show me) If you're the one I like baby, come make a move on me Pretty bitch with her fitted French tips on acrylic Never listen to the critics, all them other niggas crickin' Said she wanna smoke on gumbo, let her pitch in with the killers In my hood she with the grillers, like to pull up with her niggas Like her restaurant's expensive She ain't never got a problem paying, they're just tipping That's why my baby glisten Always keep her hunting so it's never need for fishing Plus she got the vision (Word up) Haters always wanna hit us with the vision Stickin' to the plan cause I'm a man on a mission (Uh) Hittin' up dope and street drops on banks for my missus She washin' them dishes, them diamonds dance in the kitchen We roll bands in the kitchen All of them pots and them pans, it damn the collision (Uh-huh) All up in your guts, can I get some damn recognition? We gon' get to them bucks and I'm sharing all them riches Don't care about all them bitches (Word up) Oh I'd like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga) The kind of nigga I could be down for (down for) Got me feeling for you, want you to show me (show me, show me) If you're the one I like baby, come make a move on me Yeah, uh make it hot Yeah, uh huh huh, what? Yeah, make it hot Yeah, uh make it hot Yeah yeah, we could make it hot
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