Lyrics

You've got your head shaved, dress on A little red shade lip gloss I feel a heat wave, step off Because our feet can set the fire while we're kickin' out the speaker Steal a slow drag, James Dean I keep it throwback, our scene Is speeding up fast, my queen 'Cause you're a cobra getting colder gotta curl up to a heater Watch out I'm a Carolina Reaper Get down When I'm turning up the fever No doubt Gonna make me a believer 'Cause the feeling's getting hotter, but the flavor's getting sweeter Watch out We're drinkin' toothpaste for fun I wish that you'd taste my tongue A little cool break, game on 'Cause you're a sweater in the summer burning hotter than tequila Watch out I'm a Carolina Reaper Get down When I'm turning up the five No doubt Gonna make me a believer 'Cause the feeling's getting hotter, but the flavor's getting sweeter Watch out
Writer(s): Matt Squire, David Eselgroth, Jacob Virgil Wayne Floyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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