CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : HOT N HERE
Yeah (God damn)
It's getting hot in here (Yeah, b*t*h)
Nah, b*t*h
Ice on my neck, b*t*h
Fireman, I brought the hoes out
She a freak, got your baby in here with her toes out
She said, "Tony, you do art, well, can you paint my face?"
She think I ball like Tony Stark but I can't save your bae
My young n***a, he got clean, ain't no remix
He don't do music but you know he make hits
Break your b*t*h down, I want everything she got
The way she work the pole you would think she sling rocks
I'm smokin on Cali but I'm from Atlanta though
Big bankroll, hunneds like the honor roll
Sippin holy water, shawty caught the holy ghost
No Geico, fifteen for the low
What the price is, n***a? We can work it out
Call your plug up, n***a, I'll swap him out
It's sweet, n***a come around, mop him out
He ain't talking guap, n***a, what you talking 'bout?
Sixteen, young n***a paying light bills
Ain't no food on his plate, he eating light meals
It's a fever on my hip, I don't like chills
All these poppers 'round my hood, that's why I don't like pills
I just smoke on loud like Meek Mill
Construction in my flow, I play 'til the beat build
I move strong, I don't know how the weak feel
I get fly like what's on the windsheild
Somebody call Howie, they know I'm a big deal
Thirty in the Glock, it look like a big deal
I'm a grown man, he know he a kid still
He don't move for money but I know his b*t*h will
It's getting hot in here (Yeah, b*t*h)
Nah, b*t*h
Ice on my neck, b*t*h
Fireman, I brought the hoes out
She a freak, got your baby in here with her toes out
She said, "Tony, you do art, well, can you paint my face?"
She think I ball like Tony Stark but I can't save your bae
My young n***a, he got clean, ain't no remix
He don't do music but you know he make hits
Break your b*t*h down, I want everything she got
The way she work the pole you would think she sling rocks
I'm smokin on Cali but I'm from Atlanta though
Big bankroll, hunneds like the honor roll
Sippin holy water, shawty caught the holy ghost
No Geico, fifteen for the low
What the price is, n***a? We can work it out
Call your plug up, n***a, I'll swap him out
It's sweet, n***a come around, mop him out
He ain't talking guap, n***a, what you talking 'bout?
Sixteen, young n***a paying light bills
Ain't no food on his plate, he eating light meals
It's a fever on my hip, I don't like chills
All these poppers 'round my hood, that's why I don't like pills
I just smoke on loud like Meek Mill
Construction in my flow, I play 'til the beat build
I move strong, I don't know how the weak feel
I get fly like what's on the windsheild
Somebody call Howie, they know I'm a big deal
Thirty in the Glock, it look like a big deal
I'm a grown man, he know he a kid still
He don't move for money but I know his b*t*h will
