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Saweetie - Hot Boy (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Lead Vocals
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Vocals
Sirah
Sirah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Songwriter
Jonathan Cuskey
Jonathan Cuskey
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
Sirah
Sirah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Producer
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Gladieux
Ryan Gladieux
Recording Engineer
Cronkite
Cronkite
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer

Lyrics

Daddy, what did you get me today? What's in the bag? It better be some ice Hahaha For real, quit playing with me (Icy) Nigga, I want all that shit Give it to me Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Bad bitch from the Bay with a ratchet side He pull up with that stick, let that ratchet ride My side baby in some Prada, know he gotta take me out But he don't even drop me off when it's trapping time Move the rock like Beyoncé On the Kardash' like he Kanye Welcome to the good life If he playing with me, 808 and heartbreak Treat me right, he gon' get that good-good all night Money on his head, I could raise that price When you riding with Saweetie, they gon' want your wife Keep the rake just in case somebody wan' bite He wish a nigga would, but a bitch just might I'm icy with the curve, icy with the curve (ice) We gon' keep it low-key like he flip a bird (hella low) He would leave the game behind if I said a word But I love the way he look when he with the work Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy My hot boy keep it hot with the ice on (yeah) Got the buffalo tusk with the mink coat (uh-huh) He move that white girl to the rich white folk That the rich white kids put inside they white nose Rich black girl riding in his white ghost We throw fifty racks cash at the ice store (hoo) His jeweler know he only choose it if it's froze That's why he chose the icy girl with the white toes (ice) Burner in his glovebox, giving me a rush Top down through the hood, all eyes on us Keep his chains on when he beat it up (uh) And when he do, it's like we fucking with the lights on us Paparazzi flash, he might let the nine bust But he wanna make it last, tried not to act up (nope) Fuck me like he hate me 'cause he know I like it rough I said, "Make it hot, boy" "Coming right up" Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy So what are you 'bout to do? Uh, yeah I hate the things you do, I hate the things you say You always call my phone and find a way into my place We argue all day long, password not to my phone I wish you would quit, but you went And figured that I'm with that someone else I (uh), I can't deny (uh) Woodgrain the ride (uh) You're not the one, I jumped the gun I can't decide (uh) Sleepless nights (uh) Start to fight (uh) Darling, be, just lie to me I don't mind I don't (uh), mind
Writer(s): Gino Borri, Diamonte Harper, Jonathan Cuskey, Robert Mandell, Sarah Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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