Hot Shit
Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Heart on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Oh, you ice cold, I brush off the salt
Tell me what it takes to get in them draws
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make you moist
Come ride that pony 'til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and you're hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of 'em can't decide on which filter
Ooh, ya need guidance? Let me help show ya
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think you could hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head it's crazy, but that my baby
Tax season, fuck around, claim ya
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
A time when to meet
Just wait on the kick and try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm that you want from me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-ray's
Or ski slopes and I ain't talkin' X Games
GPS, the phone get turned off
Connection get weak, the signal get lost, yeah
New heights, everybody wanna be ya
So they try reach ya, I tell 'em keep callin'
This shit fresh off the pot
Make your mama sweat, you should watch yourself
Make 'em ask for more, give 'em what they want
Have 'em coming back, man, they feenin', ah
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We going
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They just want that hot shit
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Heart on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Oh, you ice cold, I brush off the salt
Tell me what it takes to get in them draws
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make you moist
Come ride that pony 'til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and you're hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of 'em can't decide on which filter
Ooh, ya need guidance? Let me help show ya
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think you could hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head it's crazy, but that my baby
Tax season, fuck around, claim ya
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
A time when to meet
Just wait on the kick and try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm that you want from me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-ray's
Or ski slopes and I ain't talkin' X Games
GPS, the phone get turned off
Connection get weak, the signal get lost, yeah
New heights, everybody wanna be ya
So they try reach ya, I tell 'em keep callin'
This shit fresh off the pot
Make your mama sweat, you should watch yourself
Make 'em ask for more, give 'em what they want
Have 'em coming back, man, they feenin', ah
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, can you keep a promise? Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Feel it through your body, know that we going sleek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We going
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They just want that hot shit
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Writer(s): Carter Lang, Theodore Roosevelt Jackson, Preston Oshita
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