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$till Finesse - HXXT lyrics

Artist: $till Finesse

album: HXXT


Yessir
This shit is hot like i'm up in the kitchen
I'm whipping the pots on the stove
This shit is litty you got on more witty
I put on my jeweller I just put it on force
Thee bitches told me i'm hot ain't saying it none
I'm just keeping a coupe
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
The bitches hot like i'm up in the kitchen
I'm whipping the pots on the stove
This shit is litty you got on more sweety
I hit on my jeweller I just put it on force
Thee bitches told me i'm hot ain't saying it none
I'm just keeping a coupe
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
I'm in my sleeze, count out race
You capitalize, we speaking face
Spend a few bands and I make the shit bad
Down with your hoe you can't handle shit big
Ey huh, I make it lil easy you tony a slime
Back on my shit and i'm back on my grind
Baby girl hold on I got it on time
Yeah huh, maybach the coupe and this shit is iconic
Yeah, nigga too hot i'm changing the climate
Niggas gonn hate, bitches gonn hate
Ain't it ironic, when you talk money
The niggas be switching the topic
Irma go bang just send me away
Irma go bang and ride in my wave
Yeah, started with nothing now a nigga get paid, yeah, is lit
This shit is hot like i'm up in the kitchen
I'm whipping the pots on the stove
This shit is litty you got on more witty
I put on my jeweller I just put it on force
Thee bitches told me i'm hot ain't saying it none
I'm just keeping a coupe
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
The bitches hot like i'm up in the kitchen
I'm whipping the pots on the stove
This shit is litty you got on more sweety
I hit on my jeweller I just put it on force
Thee bitches told me i'm hot ain't saying it none
I'm just keeping a coupe
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
Thee bitches told me i'm hxxt hxxt
She gonn see who the colder
She kissing me the fuck
Treat a finesser with her
Said he'll fight fuckboy
Hate on me you a mess boy
She wanted a jewish
She told me bout judas
Gave her the hot damn
She dreaming bout heels nah huh
Seeking for change while I get my receipt
Bad and boujee man that is on fleek
Hxxt hxxt, money over bitch that's the word on the street
D.W.E, we the type of army never retreat
We get the bag just for rapping the beats
Pretty but innocent but she a freak
I can tell by the way that she speaks
Money she all that and sick
She'll rather get on her knees
Then I too leave her on her own two feet
She'll rather get on them sheets
You call her baby but I call her
Fuck, you call her, yeah

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