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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
Writer(s): Preston Oshita, Carter Lang, Theodore Roosevelt Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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