Hot Shot

Dazzlin' attire
With shiny yellow shades
Pocket full of dimes
But he's got no shame

He is gazing at the mirror
With his purple comb
Personality disorder
I wonder where's he from
He thinks he is a

(Hot shot) a heart throb of women
(He is a hot shot) with some goofy shoes
(He is a hot shot) like a billionaire on red carpet
(He is a hot shot) (he is a hot shot baby)

So he'll take you for a ride
In his fancy-pancy car
He'll promise you the stars
He won't get no far
He is fed with silver spoon
He'll put a baby in your womb
Then he'll leave you to the dust
He'll care no much cause

(He is a hot shot) a heart throb of women
(He is a hot shot) with some goofy shoes
(He is a hot shot) like a billionaire on red carpet
(He is a hot shot) (he is a hot shot baby)

I ain't no hot shot baby
But I have a heart
No personal savings
But I'll give it a start
The little joys of life
I will share
I ain't a hot shot baby
But I'll always be there

I ain't a hot shot
I ain't a hot shot
I ain't a hot shot
Hot shot babe
I ain't a hot shot

Honey honey I
Ain't a lil girl now
I ain't no teen
I'm all grown up

All I need
Is a fresh fresh start
I need a man
With a big big heart

So you're a hot shot (say what?)
You're a hot shot (seems like it)
You're a hot shot (guilty!)
You're a hot shot
You're a hot shot baby

I'm a hot shot
A heart throb of women
I'm a hot shot
With no goofy shoes
I'm a hot shot
Like a billionaire on red carpet
I'm a hot shot
You can have me as your hot shot



Credits
Writer(s): Nashvin Cunha Gomes
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