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Paroles : Hot Streak
Hot
Hot
On a muthaf**kin' hot streak
Yeah
Look
Okay, she send her pics to me before they hit the gram
All night we run up numbers on her fitness app
This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey
Think she leaving with my hoodie, told her give it back
Stop off at the hometown, looking like I’m still the man
I see some epitomes of what it’s like to finish last
I wonder what it’s like to drop, and they ain't feeling that
Been through a lot, but I’ve never had to deal with that
And f**k a bottom bunk, I’m done laying low
I’m done acting like the inner mе ain't made of gold
Solid to the core, I could nеver play a role
And If she tryna choose, tell her I won’t take a rose
Known to hit, make her fall in love and take her soul
Yeah I’d check the body count, but I ain’t saving bones
This her new favorite song once I lay the vox
Circle staying close, strangers taking notes, so we stay at home
Traps hot, Macaulay Culkin at the cribbo
Y'all done set the bar so low, it got the game I love in limbo
Guess I gotta go and save it, kill 'em off and bait the minnows
Tryna fry the bigger fish, and set the table for the kinfolk
I'm pulling out the fine china, If
I pulled out a globe, I bet you couldn’t find china
Can’t relate to a n***a if he never left the states
I’m a Kanagawa baby, I'm Japanese born & raised
I heard that you got pressed, started telling names
You obsessing over hoes, she reply, I let her wait
Had to grow up at the tender age of 10 and change
Saw Gladys up the 9 on dude and haven’t been the same
Haven't been the same
Swear to god I haven't been the same
Man
I practice passion over pu**y, self discipline
Used to front for some pu**y, been a minute since
I’ve spent an hour plus crafting up responses
No remorse with it, Ima send a "K" to her long text, like
Who’s fallin' victim, not me
In the zone with the hits on a hot streak
I couldn’t fall off if i tried
Got the sauce, and the look up in my eyes, so
She send her pics to me before they hit the gram
All night we run up numbers on her fitness app
This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey
Think she leaving with my hoodie, b*t*h give it back
Stop off at the hometown, looking like I’m still the man
I see some epitomes of what it’s like to finish last
Tell me what’s its like to drop, and they ain't feeling that
Been through a lot, but I’ve never had to deal with that
Hot streak
Hot streak
On a muthaf**kin' hot streak
Hot
On a muthaf**kin' hot streak
Yeah
Look
Okay, she send her pics to me before they hit the gram
All night we run up numbers on her fitness app
This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey
Think she leaving with my hoodie, told her give it back
Stop off at the hometown, looking like I’m still the man
I see some epitomes of what it’s like to finish last
I wonder what it’s like to drop, and they ain't feeling that
Been through a lot, but I’ve never had to deal with that
And f**k a bottom bunk, I’m done laying low
I’m done acting like the inner mе ain't made of gold
Solid to the core, I could nеver play a role
And If she tryna choose, tell her I won’t take a rose
Known to hit, make her fall in love and take her soul
Yeah I’d check the body count, but I ain’t saving bones
This her new favorite song once I lay the vox
Circle staying close, strangers taking notes, so we stay at home
Traps hot, Macaulay Culkin at the cribbo
Y'all done set the bar so low, it got the game I love in limbo
Guess I gotta go and save it, kill 'em off and bait the minnows
Tryna fry the bigger fish, and set the table for the kinfolk
I'm pulling out the fine china, If
I pulled out a globe, I bet you couldn’t find china
Can’t relate to a n***a if he never left the states
I’m a Kanagawa baby, I'm Japanese born & raised
I heard that you got pressed, started telling names
You obsessing over hoes, she reply, I let her wait
Had to grow up at the tender age of 10 and change
Saw Gladys up the 9 on dude and haven’t been the same
Haven't been the same
Swear to god I haven't been the same
Man
I practice passion over pu**y, self discipline
Used to front for some pu**y, been a minute since
I’ve spent an hour plus crafting up responses
No remorse with it, Ima send a "K" to her long text, like
Who’s fallin' victim, not me
In the zone with the hits on a hot streak
I couldn’t fall off if i tried
Got the sauce, and the look up in my eyes, so
She send her pics to me before they hit the gram
All night we run up numbers on her fitness app
This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey
Think she leaving with my hoodie, b*t*h give it back
Stop off at the hometown, looking like I’m still the man
I see some epitomes of what it’s like to finish last
Tell me what’s its like to drop, and they ain't feeling that
Been through a lot, but I’ve never had to deal with that
Hot streak
Hot streak
On a muthaf**kin' hot streak
