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INTERPRÉTATION
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Chant
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Composition
Irvin Whitlow
Irvin Whitlow
Composition
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Composition
Horace Walls III
Horace Walls III
Paroles
Josiah Nasir Muhammad
Josiah Nasir Muhammad
Composition
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Production
Cheeze Beatz
Cheeze Beatz
Production
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Ha, ha (Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze), ha (Go Grizz), ha, ha, ha Ha I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, but got a lot of cold bitches What's that half a milli' on my neck? Four-fifty Drop a load off to the trap and tell my lil' ones, "Get busy" Don't let nobody tell you different, we the littest in the city I'm a hot boy, I tell the jeweler, "Cool me down" Still be posted in the hood, a lot of killers sittin' 'round He was on the sideline, caught 'em at an angle Forced him out of bounds Send them hot boys on a blitz and tell 'em "Burn that nigga down" Ayy, woedie, who that is right there? She look like my type Don't care how big her booty is, won't hit if it don't feel right Ayy, woedie, who is that young nigga that be fly? It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Nardo in the sky Ayy, woedie, who that goin' a hundred in a fifty? I'm the richest, youngest nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ayy, woedie, who is that lil' nigga with all the hoes? If you look good, you look good, I ain't tryna hear that you too old Baby, I could pop out right now, pull my big around these hoes (damn) I'm not acrobatic, I'm not flippin' on my bros (no) All my shit be factual, I cannot get exposed (at all) Grew up talkin' slick, I'll catch a bitch before I catch a cold I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, I got broke toes Don't take it offensive, I'm too rich to fuck with broke hoes I won't drive my TRX no more, that shit just too slow Maybach white on white, they know about it, ask my new ho I know a couple of these niggas really hatin' on me (think so) I know a bitch who actin' faithful, but she waitin' on me (think so) I don't fuck with none of you niggas, I can't fake it no more Who is that, that's your Lambo? Hell, yeah Oh, that's Nardo? Let him in Think I'm runnin' out of hidin' spots, this shit been comin' in He was in our business and got spanked, he shouldn't have butted in I come from that block where shit be hot, the summer never end I'm really the one this shit done settled in I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
Writer(s): Irvin Devine Whitlow, Kevin Andre Price, Darryl Patric Mccorkell, Dominique Jones, Josiah Nasir Muhammad, Horace Wall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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