paroles de chanson Hottest (feat. Big Sean) - Lil Keed

Damn, Dior
I ain't sipping no lean either
I'm done (woah, woah)

I'm in this bitch with the (woah)
Same team, nigga, fuck it and traded, the new crib is gated
You not on the list then you can't even make it
Had deaded the beef, it got reincarnated
See, niggas get rich off of flow I created
You boys can't erase all the shit that I did (that I did)
I'm off a hiatus, the God is vibrating
I'm going as big as it gets (B.I.G, bitch)
Free the real, gotta reset the balance

Spider, spider, spider all around me, going Miles Morales
I'm doing the dirty work, hand got the callus
I'm raising the brackets, see, I hit the top then I threw down a ladder for all of my dawgs
See, I know the schematics, I architect all of it
Give 'em the data, success is a pattern, I know it
My bitch worship me, I ain't never been dumped, only time is Instagram dump

Real nigga campaign, I can probably run for governor, only time you ever see me running
We done made it through the stomachs, rumblings
Fuck all the humbling shit, we going out stuntin'
Odds was against us, I bring it back home, going Patty Mahomes
Fuck, I look like fumbling (woo, bitch)

Baccarat on a shirt, smellin' good (good)
Bad bitch suck my dick real good (ayy)
Drop-top in Miami, livin' good (shit)
Made it out, no cap, still hood

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had a standoff, knock your man off
And this 7.62 take your man off
You can go for a dash, then I'm backed out, yeah

At this point I don't care about nothin'
Just my daughter, my mama, my money
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all fuck boys
Treat 'em like a trash truck, nigga, then dump 'em
Yeah, went and secured out the house
Yeah, I put cameras outside, know when y'all fuck boys comin'
Saw the Draco hangin' out my daughter window, when you pull up, ain't no nigga getting gunned
Think you saw me for nothin', boy, you too crazy

They ain't takin' my shit, you get broad day
Yeah, you know what gon' happen, so play crazy
Yeah, shot after shot, yeah, your car sprayed
It's an opp after opp gettin' laid down
Yeah, she my mopper, she mop 'til I'm all out
She put me outta order, goddamn, gotta wait 'til the next round
Winter-frosted diamonds, first came in, went Balmain

I ain't a big fan of Fendi, but we'll go Cha-nay-nay
And ain't talkin' Martin, nigga, I get high like a martian, nigga
Leave that boy stiff like an action figure
Me and Spider, some big drippers

Woo (let's go)
Baccarat on a shirt, smellin' good
Bad bitch suck my dick real good (ayy)
Drop-top in Miami, livin' good (woah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had a standoff, knock your man off
And this 7.62 take your man off
You can go for a dash, then I'm backed out, yeah