Текст песни Making It Hot - No PT

She wanna love me I dubbed it
Girl I got a bae you can't kiss in me public
He mad cause his bitch chose me don't trust it
Like How you in love with a bitch that I'm fucking
Laxative in these pistols we hop out and dump it
That lil spread that he got ain't nothing
Like how you hard on IG be running
You ain't Nick cannon nigga ain't drumming
Like she got makeup on my tee
Call her leg cause the bitch getting kicked when I skeet
Like fuck around had to pay her leave
She a treesh I can't love her hit her in the V like
Fuck a fist we send him to the docs right
Fuck a hickey she making it hot like
How I'm on and I'm still rocking off white
Only hits I don't know bout a off night

I mix the Louie with Dolce
Cap on his dick he get no play
She ask if I love her no way
Shell catcher boy we leaving no trace
I been cheating don't think that you playing me
Got some money I see why they hating me
Niggas broke they could never relate to me
Keep your heart girl just give yo face to me
I pulled the chain out the freezer like
You can leave girl I really don't need you like
Hundred thousand to bust down the pieces
Think you a god I'ma send you to Jesus like
Racks hurting my back finna fuck up my stance
She think we together she don't got a chance
Threw a hundred she stripping I'm making her dance
The t shirt from London my shoes came from France
Like no I don't wanna box
Rip willie I'm higher than pops
Why y'all keep asking me when ima drop
I just told em soon trust me
Barley pushing 160 the cat would
KJ a put ten in a backwood
I know she a thot she just act good
No Eli ain't trying he that good
I don't know why shawty bitching
Leave her I just think she argumentative
Cheater I'm in love with different bitches
Evil bro nem said I'm pessimistic
They say talk is cheap I put diamonds in my mouth
Ima run it up I got racks in my account
Jeans full them hundreds lowkey bussing out
Said she love who not me that ain't come out my mouth

She wanna love me I dubbed it
Girl I got a bae you can't kiss in me public
He mad cause his bitch chose me don't trust it
Like How you in love with a bitch that I'm fucking
Laxative in these pistols we hop out and dump it
That lil spread that he got ain't nothing
Like how you hard on IG be running
You ain't Nick cannon nigga ain't drumming
Like she got makeup on my tee
Call her leg cause the bitch getting kicked when I skeet
Like fuck around had to pay her leave
She a treesh I can't love her hit her in the V like
Fuck a fist we send him to the docs right
Fuck a hickey she making it hot like
How I'm on and I'm still rocking off white
Only hits I don't know bout a off night