Hot Spot

She said nigga you better hurry your ass up it's getting late
Far as fuck but I lied and said I'm 10 away
And I said that I no longer fuck with Tiffany
You know niggas tell plenty lies when they tryna penetrate
And I gave her all my energy
Body like the lady who made Lemonade
Channeling my inner Jay
Gas tank on Hell Nah
That and the fact that I forgot and Valentines day could be my enemy
She loved my braids with the tapers
I'd go deep she don't give a fuck 'bout the neighbors
Love how she don't give a fuck 'bout the paper
Normally the white BMW will make a bitch hyperventilate
We made a memory
You got my cold wall hoodie to commemorate
You been trippin' cause you gained a couple pounds chill
I'm fin to say
Anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans
Your energy
Got me thinking 'bout love niggas ain't supposed to think
'bout them things I'm the plug and you're the outlet
And I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor
This ain't that shaky wifi at your mama crib
This like a hot spot cause we still gon' be connected when I go
Now is you making it live
Living in color for the moment
Bet you holding it down
Deeper than the dick and the feeling got you popping the town
Too busy smoking didn't notice I was rocking the crowds
Too busy rocking the crowds
Now is it really enough
Because I don't ever get to know you
Heard you fuck 'em then leave
Now they be leaving in the morning
Now you breaking their hearts
And they ain't breaking no procedures
And you calling the shots, bet you calling the shots
A niggas secretive entrance
It's all for the VIP it's keeping my interest
A vibe for these b*tches on my cellular system
I'm sorry I missed 'ya I'm calling from distance
I'm calling 'ya I'm calling 'ya
Now is you making it live
Living in color for the moment
Bet you holding it down
Deeper than the dick and the feeling got you popping the town
Too busy smoking didn't notice I was rocking the crowds
I'm fin to say
Anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans
Your energy
Got me thinking 'bout love niggas ain't supposed to think
'Bout them things I'm the plug and you're the outlet
And I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor
This ain't that shaky wifi at your mama crib
This like a hot spot cause we still gon' be connected when I go



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Osteen, Morris Ricks, Isaiah Rashad, Monte Booker, Michael Neil
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