Hot In Herre

It's hot in
So hot in here
So hot in (ah)
Oh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Hmmmm, yeah, hey, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh, yap
Huuu, oh, no, no
Baby, i love you this way
Remember, don't keeping maybe
I'll tried to find you again
I'll tried to find you again

Baby, oh, yeah

I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious (uh)
Flirtatious, tryna show patience (ah)
I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin' for the right time to flash them keys
Then, uh, I'm leavin', please believe in (oh)
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, rooftop, birds I'm feedin'
No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and
No teasin', I need you to
Get up, up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin' for (oh)
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose
And I feel like touchin' you, uh, uh
And can't nobody stop the juice
So baby, tell me, what's the use? I said
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes (ay)
I am gettin' so hot
I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes (ay)
I am gettin' so hot
I wanna take my clothes off (let it hang all out)
Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin' the bottles? (C'mon)
What good is all the fame if you ain't fuckin' the models?
I see you drivin' sports cars, ain't hittin' the throttle
And I'll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106, and parked it
Ashtray, flip gate, time to spark it
Went Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game 'cause, baby, I can't talk it
Warm (uh), sweatin' (uh), it's hot up in this joint
Vokal tank top on at this point
You wit' a winner so, baby, you can't lose
I got secrets, can't leave Cancun
So take it off like you're home alone
You know, dance in front your mirror while you're on the phone
Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big" (oh)
"Butt gettin' big, oh"
"Butt gettin' big, oh"
"Butt gettin' big, oh"
"Butt gettin' big, oh"
Bust it, pop it (pop)
Lock it, drop it (yeah)
We goin' up like the stock hit
Outside and inside the Lambo' is chocolate (it's lit)
Throw it (woo), watch it (yeah), cake it (yeah), profit
Bands gettin' big, it might bust outta pockets
She keep it wet, I might bust down her locket (let's go)
BBL, natural, don't care, won't tell
If you comin' with gang, leave your phone at the hotel
She know my body, she don't need the intel (alright)
On top, spin around, go crazy, carousеl (yeah)
Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhalе
She gettin' thick, ain't no way that you can't tell
I linked up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll
She do that shit when I say so
Hit from the back, got her grabbin' her ankles
Hand on her neck, I might give her a Van Gogh (yeah)
And when I'm done, I'll go out with a bang though
She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros (it's lit)
She in the mirror tryna work on her angles
She gon' lick on it, spit on it, taste just like (pew, pew)
Oochie wally, she be wildin' (yeah)
Inside her body she gon' ride it like Kawasaki (she gon' ride it like)
She said she was lit off the saké
She left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the 'Gatti (yeah)
She said she gon' give me the box and the posse
Fucked around, introduced her to Roddy (straight up)
Thing on my hip for when shit lookin' wocky
I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn
Real slim waist with a body on me
God-damn, I'm poppin', I'm hot
Real thick bands in a motherfucker pants
He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot
I'on wanna talk, I wanna be in yo' mouth
Tell that nigga, "Get out", he ain't packing with a Glock
Beggin' for a dance, he ain't even get a chance
Threw it back and let it land, ain't no beggin' me to stop, bitch
Ate the pussy up on Tuesday
Back and the side, yeah, two ways
Give me that top like toupée
Slurpin' on the pussy like Kool-Aid
One don't be enough, I need two baes
Nigga down my throat like D'USSÉ
Lick all on the tip like brûlée (shit)
Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say
Now watch me...
Drop it down low and pick it up, ayy
You know I'on ever give a fuck, ayy
Nigga lookin' at me in the club, ayy
He gon' have to throw a couple dubs, ayy
I don't even wanna much talk to the nigga
Why he always tryna come and see what's up? Uh
Brown liquor all in your cup, ayy
Say he wanna put it in my gut, uh
Nigga couldn't make it to the club, so
I'ma throw it back on FaceTime
I'on never be on no Tinder and
I'on never be on no Dateline (hell nah)
Told me I could have a couple racks, shit
Told him I'ma need about eight, nine
Got a nigga you ain't never seen yet
'Cause I ain't never wit' him in the daytime
Now watch me...
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Throw it like a stripper, ayy
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Turn around and tip her, ayy
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it