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Hot Shit Lyrics by Cardi B Cardi B , Kanye West, Lil Durk
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Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit
Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch
New Chanel, I rock it, twist it, that ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left
Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest
Ooh, smokin' dope, I'm connected
I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp
Hatin' didn't work so they lied
These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em, 'Move, move, move'
New Chanel on my body, it's a boost
I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce
Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use
Oof
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
This that block music, this that drop location, drop a opp music
This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users
And don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a user
This that pill talk, gotta bust his head, he cut on opp music
Who said you gang?
Who said you could come around this bitch and hang?
And I your baby mama' mama, and I ain't say a thing
They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21
I pick my side, switches fully and I'ma die for 21
I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't come
I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none
You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She Future, too?
I know that Von hit her
She pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo
Oof
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear
I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill your man
I'm just saying, now I start to get used to the pain
'Til one day I said, it,' brought my masseuse on the plane
Why you playin'? Reach in the gang, lose a hand
'Where you stand? Where was Jay at? Where was them at?
Where you done that? Where you live at?'
Another headline, 'Where your hat at?'
'Nigga, go home, where your kids at?'
They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve
When we lost Virg', I was on the verge
I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge
We just made a silent movie with no words
Guess who toppin' now? God got me now
Guess who at Balenciaga? Guess who shoppin' now?
They can't stop me now I been poppin' out
Cardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now
I flew in and out, hundred-fifty-thou'
Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out
So ahead, go ahead
Not even close, all of y'all is number two
Oof
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
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