Hot Boy

Lyrics

Daddy, what did you get me today?
 What's in the bag?
 It better be some ice
 Hahaha
 For real, quit playing with me (Icy)
 Nigga, I want all that shit
 Give it to me
 Hot boy
 Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
 Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
 Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
 Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
 I love them, I love them hot boys
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 Bad bitch from the Bay with a ratchet side
 He pull up with that stick, let that ratchet ride
 My side baby in some Prada, know he gotta take me out
 But he don't even drop me off when it's trapping time
 Move the rock like Beyoncé
 On the Kardash' like he Kanye
 Welcome to the good life
 If he playing with me, 808 and heartbreak
 Treat me right, he gon' get that good-good all night
 Money on his head, I could raise that price
 When you riding with Saweetie, they gon' want your wife
 Keep the rake just in case somebody wan' bite
 He wish a nigga would, but a bitch just might
 I'm icy with the curve, icy with the curve (ice)
 We gon' keep it low-key like he flip a bird (hella low)
 He would leave the game behind if I said a word
 But I love the way he look when he with the work
 Hot boy
 Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
 Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
 Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
 Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
 I love them, I love them hot boys
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 My hot boy keep it hot with the ice on (yeah)
 Got the buffalo tusk with the mink coat (uh-huh)
 He move that white girl to the rich white folk
 That the rich white kids put inside they white nose
 Rich black girl riding in his white ghost
 We throw fifty racks cash at the ice store (hoo)
 His jeweler know he only choose it if it's froze
 That's why he chose the icy girl with the white toes (ice)
 Burner in his glovebox, giving me a rush
 Top down through the hood, all eyes on us
 Keep his chains on when he beat it up (uh)
 And when he do, it's like we fucking with the lights on us
 Paparazzi flash, he might let the nine bust
 But he wanna make it last, tried not to act up (nope)
 Fuck me like he hate me 'cause he know I like it rough
 I said, "Make it hot, boy"
 "Coming right up"
 Hot boy
 Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
 Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
 Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
 Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
 I love them, I love them hot boys
 I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
 Let's make the block hot, boy
 So what are you 'bout to do?
 ♪
 Uh, yeah
 I hate the things you do, I hate the things you say
 You always call my phone and find a way into my place
 We argue all day long, password not to my phone
 I wish you would quit, but you went
 And figured that I'm with that someone else
 I (uh), I can't deny (uh)
 Woodgrain the ride (uh)
 You're not the one, I jumped the gun
 I can't decide (uh)
 Sleepless nights (uh)
 Start to fight (uh)
 Darling, be, just lie to me
 I don't mind
 ♪
 I don't (uh), mind
 

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Duration
04:43
Key
1
Tempo
100 BPM

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