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hot (in this bitch) (remix) - gilbere forte lyrics

we ownin’, m-th-f-ckin’ rollin’, ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with my–

[hook: gilbere forte]
it’s hot in this b-tch, you could be the fan
try to cool me off, cool me off like d-mn
said it’s hot in this b-tch, you could be the fan
try to cool me off, cool me off like
fli ci in this b-tch, you could be the fan
try to cool me off, cool me off like d-mn
said it’s hot in this b-tch, you could be the fan
try to cool me off, cool me off like d-mn

[verse 1: jim jones]
harlem, big trucks like ?
i rock the big watch with the flooded band
i got n-ggas from the motherland
in the winter you could catch him with a summer tan
i whip the ghost like a go-kart
so then it’s tell me when the show starts
i’m coming out flooded like noah’s ark
and f-ck the light cause you know my wrist glow in the dark
you n-ggas stylin’ but you fake wildin’
we four warriors deep when we on ?
they tryna cool me off like antifreeze
but i’m hot like the shots when the hammer squeeze

[hook b]

[verse 2: gilbere forte]
hold up, it’s a new kid on the block
waited 87 dreams for me to get my shot
with a mean grill you could picture my drop
when i ride through everything just stop
back on the gas, way ahead of my cl-ss
see the pipes burning from the bikes on the ave
so ahead of my life i let my grandson have
the whole f-cking world, i just throw it in the bag
midwest kid with flows for all ages
barbershop clean, nutcracker type flavors
big ? versace’s, coogi’s, linens
i’ll wear versace’s, no socks in my timberlands
i’m hot like the chicken off the halal trucks
you a latte n-gga cause i’m getting star bucks
i’m live on the set, the b-ss brought the streets out
it’s hot in this b-tch, y’all n-ggas send a tweet out

[hook b]

[verse 3: pusha t]
it’s hot in this b-tch, the gullwing’s a sauna
the leather just stick to my skin like under armour
ride with a material girl, the black madonna
face like a virgin, she wants me to lucky star her
i’m lovin’ her aura, shearling by zara
she take me as i am, tossing weight like toccara
decapitated sl’s and audi slr-a
the last samurai to your roof, sayonara
eghck! blood sweat and tears
through the years, now the new found fame, i call it karma
these n-ggas bipolar, i’m who they love to hate
praying for my downfall, now they chalk it up to fate
i chalk it up to chalking up the plate that i scr-pe
peyton manning arm & hammer with the plays that i make
nfl, that’s no f-cking losses
a great defense makes an even better offense

we ownin’, m-th-f-ckin’ rollin’, ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with my–

- gilbere forte lyrics

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