Lyrics

Yezir You know who it is Yeah Look Pull up in the matte black Burnin rubber already this ain't the Gap Band Girl you know you a dime so what's ya cash app Put that thing in reverse like its a flashback Pass that, my way You know the rest don't measure up Six'five but I look like seven'one Everybody taking L's but its never us All we do is level up (Trust) They ain't ready for the heatwave Makin moves and I'm smooth as a clean shave I been winning feeling like won a sweepstakes Killed the game, then I had it cremated I ain't sorry they ain't ready for the heatwave Big wave I don't even need my sea legs Might get burned baby gotta be brave Finna act up, we ain't tryna behave Set sail on the wave we up Hot hand when I snap see the flame heat up Need a seven digit number just to wake me up You don't wanna be around when the thang erupt Set sail on the wave we up Hot hand when I snap see the flame heat up Need a seven digit number just to wake me up Take cover when this thing erupts Baby Imma have to, cool off in a minute Cuz you know I'm, too hot when I'm winning Sauna in the kitchen, boy you know I'm cooking wit grease Keep it hotter than the Sun I ain't talking Capri I got so much sauce I could sell it in bottles So much game I could fill up a novel Drip too hard gotta give em some goggles See em sweat when we hit the throttle (Yeah) Baby Imma have to, cool off in a minute Cuz you know I'm, too hot when I'm winning Sauna in the kitchen, boy you know I'm cooking with grease Keep it hotter than the Sun I ain't talking Capri I got so much sauce I could sell it in bottles So much game I could fill up a novel Drip too hard gotta give em some goggles See em sweat when we hit the throttle (Yeah) Flipping thru the paper like a bookworm Overseas market popping like Woolworths If you can take the heat I'll put in a good word But if you can't better tell me now because you look hurt Where ya footwork man, who you shooting on? Giving me the impression this ain't where you belong Should be so hot you need the drip just to cool it off Dancing in designer finna skip to my louboutins Damn, this that, straight out the oven Everybody know about it either hate it or love it Temperature been rising up I'm going straight to the summit If I want it gotta have it give a damn bout a budget, so I'm about to turn it up on em Anybody not feeling this shit is uncommon If you sweating already then we got one problem I'm about to put a match to this rum bottle talking bout Ooh ah, way too hot Talking ten times hot as anything you got And we'll keep getting hotter till the day we die If you get too close it'll lay you out Ooh ah, way too hot Talking ten times hot as anything you got And we'll keep getting hotter till the day we die If you get too close it'll lay you out Ooh ah, way too hot Talking ten times hot as anything you got And we'll keep getting hotter till the day we die If you get too close it'll lay you out Ooh ah, way too hot Talking ten times hot as anything you got And we'll keep getting hotter till the day we die If you get too close (Sheesh) Baby Imma have to, cool off in a minute Cuz you know I'm, too hot when I'm winning Sauna in the kitchen, boy you know I'm cooking with grease Keep it hotter than the Sun I ain't talking Capri I got so much sauce I could sell it in bottles So much game I could fill up a novel Drip too hard gotta give em some goggles See em sweat when we hit the throttle (Yeah) Baby Imma have to, cool off in a minute Cuz you know I'm, too hot when I'm winning Sauna in the kitchen, boy you know I'm cooking with grease Keep it hotter than the Sun I ain't talking Capri I got so much sauce I could sell it in bottles So much game I could fill up a novel Drip too hard gotta give em some goggles See em sweat when we hit the throttle (Yeah) (Uh) If you sweatin' better Cool off baby cool off Leggo (Yeah) Simmer down baby cool off (huh)
Writer(s): Felix Park Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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