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a.r - hot boy lyrics

[intro (fade in)]
i’ve been in the escalade, just got the plates from michigan
i know the cops is listening
yo, i’m back in it
you know who it is, it finna drought
i’m back in this b-tch
look, uh, uh, uh

[hook]
hot boy, imma heat the summer up
i’m the plug, b-tch, i could run the numbers up
i ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
but you ain’t in your right mind tryna f-ck with us

[verse 1]
they thought that i was tripping, now it’s cooking in the kitchen
planning out division, getting rid of dirty dishes
never move with dirty b-tches but these people never listen
they only pay attention when i’m grimy and i’m spitting
i was gone from the game for a minute, i’m right back in it
warming up, i’m in the scrimmage
i know a couple n-gg-s that were praying i’d be finished
those pussy boys, they get it
nineteen, i’m on a mission
nineteen, i’m on a—

[hook]
hot boy, imma heat the summer up
i’m the plug, b-tch, i could run the numbers up
i ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
but you ain’t in your right mind tryna f-ck with us

[bridge]
imma heat the summer up
the plug, right? so imma run the numbers up
i ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
but you ain’t in your right mind tryna f-ck with us
like—

[verse 2]
who that wanna shoot out? tell that boy to think again
twenty on my shoes, eleven-hundred on the pinky ring
i’ve been in the escalade, just got the plates from michigan
took the trips to pickering
i know the cops is listening
we turn up, my kush burn up
my tracks murda, some shit that you ain’t heard of
i said, the white up on my sneakers with the white-on-white adidas
she was rolling up my reefer, faded off the cocaína
showed up with a diva
look, i know you seen her
skirt off in that beamer
selling pounds of keisha
nah, i don’t wanna meet you
nah, i don’t do these features
the diamonds on my neck and they still look like aquafina
i’m the—

[hook]
hot boy, imma heat the summer up
i’m the plug, b-tch, i could run the numbers up
i ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
but you ain’t in your right mind tryna f-ck with us

[refrain/outro]
hot boy, imma heat the summer up
i’m the plug, b-tch, i could run the numbers up
i ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
but you ain’t in your right mind tryna f-ck with us

- a r

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