Hot

Turn on the mother fuckin' beat

You ain't come unless you came with me
I know just how well you bleed, yea you bleed
There's hot and ready things that's on my screen
IT run way too clean, no buffering, no

All my opps keep missing me like they can't see
Keep it tight with all my team, that's what I need
Keep me fly like I got wings, high by the breeze
Keep me fried, don't judge IT, won't slide by me

I said get a grip
Turn on music
You see this 49ers' wrist
You see my bros with the shits, whoa

We knock you down like blitz
I can't run out of hits
Perfect turn of phrase I pick
Beyblade let it rip, whoa

This shit is sexy
No stressing, oh
This shit is sexy
Undress me, oh
This shit is sexy
Caress me, oh
This shit is sexy, oh
This shit is sexy

I'm adding up what we say like you won't count
Same shit, different day, I'm out here lount
You won't try to diss me, we're too profound
Same shit, different day, you make me proud

I held you up like I can't turn you down
Same shit, different day, I'm out here lount
I held you up like I can't turn you down
I won't make a sound if you won't make a sound

What rhymes with loyalty like I don't care?
We know what we know like fair is fair
What rhymes with royalty like I don't swear?
I'm flexing with the shit we never share

This shit is sexy
No stressing, oh
This shit is sexy
Undress me, oh
This shit is sexy
Caress me, oh
This shit is sexy, oh
This shit is sexy



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Turner, Turn On Music
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