Hot Cheeto Girl

Hey, psst, can I tell you something?
Sitting right here, you really got it coming
See here comes the girl and her crew
Long nails on fleek; "Just who is you?"
She scoffs, giggles behind her hand
"Who is you, and who is your mans?"
What can you do now? You're really in a pickle
Here, I'll help you out just a little

Don't interact with the Hot Cheeto girl
Leave her to dwell in the wild like a feral squirrel
If she has a bun, long nails, chips in hand
You better run, hold onto your pants
'Cuz when Hot Cheeto girl is on her way
You know you definitely cannot stay
You run as fast as humanly possible
Get outta there or you'll be in the hospital

You stand up, swear that you didn't
Mean to offend
Look at you being independent
She looks you up and down
And mutters something beneath her breath
You breathe out in a sigh and she gives you the look of death

Ayy, yuh, yuh
Look of death
What, what
Look of death

Don't interact with the Hot Cheeto girl
Leave her to dwell in the wild like a feral squirrel
If she has a bun, long nails, chips in hand
You better run, hold onto your pants
'Cuz when Hot Cheeto girl is on her way
You know you definitely cannot stay
You outta there as fast as humanly possible
Get outta there or you'll be in the hospital

Don't interact with the Hot Cheeto girl
Leave her to dwell in the wild like a feral squirrel
If she has a bun, chips in hand
You better run, hold onto your pants
'Cuz when Hot Cheeto girl is on her way
You know you definitely cannot stay
You run as fast as humanly possible
Get outta there or you'll be in the hospital

Yuh
In the hospital
Yuh



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Writer(s): Sarah Futrell
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