a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

get hot - lil littlez lyrics

[intro]
nuto on that beat, it’s tight

[verse 1]
get hot, yeah
i f-ck a b-tch in a benz truck, yeah
she know the deal, yeah she sign up, yeah
she slippin’ down, she be tryna suck, yeah
littlez gonn’ seal her v-g-n-, yeah
her booty so real, where’d i find her, yeah
she back up on me, yeah she grind up, yeah
she got looks that can k!ll, i should fine her, yeah
she turn ‘round, she blowin’ my mind up, yeah
issa beautiful sight up behind her, yeah
take it back to my room, pour some wine out
she know what i like, i don’t need to remind her, yeah
she slip out that dress for me
she lookin’ so fine, she impressin’ me
she comin’ up close, she caressing me
she tell me i got full access, you dig

[verse 2]
get hot, yeah
yea my f-ckin’ b-tch give me wild thoughts, yeah
f-ck her then i’m f-ckin’ on some wild thots, yeah
dank sh-t, i ain’t smoking on no mild pot, yeah
watchin’ all my money and it pile up, yeah
skrt skrt that chevy impala, yeah
they scream who dat boy, like i’m tyler
b-tch call me frank ocean cause i’m the provider, yeah
i might just f-ck on your b-tch, yeah
n0body fresher than my clique, yeah
lil littlez with the sh-t, yeah
lil littlez, iced out wrist, yeah
little gang getting lit, yeah
you know who the fine b-tches with, yeah
party and f-ck for a bit, yeah
back to the studio tom, make some more hits, what

[verse 3]
get hot, yeah
yeah i be winning like jackpot, yeah
ride around town in my jaguar, yeah
pool full of liquor like i’m k-dot, yeah
post party fifa, score a long shot, yeah
post party 2k, score a jump shot, yeah
yeah, i’m off the xan, yeah i geek a lot, yeah
i’m headin’ to my room, d-mn that b-tch hot, yeah
she slow it, she slow it, she slow it, yeah
pacito, pacito, pacito, what
yea i keep rapping she blow it, yeah
she suckin my d-ck, yeah she deep throat, yeah
yeah my b-tch fine and she know it, yeah
all around us, got those c-notes, yeah
she know how it’s done, yeah she show it
she closin’ those windows, yeah we smoke that antidote

[verse 4]
my homie he roll up the swisher
if you comin’, get fine b-tches with you
my b-tch is so hot, take a picture
she on my hook, like i’m a fisher
she come and -ssume that position
she wear that tight dress in addition
i check her out like a physician
i put my key in her ignition
i got bags, money bags
f-ck my b-tch, i make her mad
you know me, ain’t goin’ out sad
i write my own bible cause i am a lad
f-ck on your b-tch, i am her dad
hop in my whip, head to my pad
rollin a blunt, with my comrades
d-mn this the life, that you wish you had
punta cana in the spring, yeah
november vegas, do my thing, yeah
lil littlez, i’m the king, yeah
ridin’ that b-tch like a swing, yeah
smokin’ jet fuel with my homie
it fixin’ me up like adobe
you know i’m gonn’ ball like i’m kobe
and i wish you well like amir obe

[verse 5]
get hot, yeah
real b-tches, no frauds, yeah
i’m a bodmon like i’m ramrod, yeah
and you know the little gang my squad, yeah
all our b-tches comin’ from abroad, yeah
i drink a little, then i f-ck another broad, yeah
my lifestyle wild, i ain’t ever bored, yeah
music sh-t got me feelin’ like a god, yeah
always got that fire never gonna stop, yeah
asian girls love me like i’m k-pop, yeah
you know we be on our way to the top, yeah
one step closer every time drop, yeah
2018 our year man
you don’t believe me, go and ask my fans
so high up feel like superman
you know that was always the plan

[outro]
we get hot, we get hot
we f-ck on her bed-uh, what
we get hot, we get hot
we f-ck on her bed-uh, what
we get hot, we get hot
we f-ck on her bed-uh, what
we get hot, we get hot, we get hot, what

- lil littlez lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular