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lirik lagu hot – meek mill

[intro: meek mill]
(kj, what you got goin’ on, man?)
(eza on the beat, he cooked that sh*t)
fourth quarter
i ain’t even gon’ lie, man, i’ve been on some sh*t, lately
for real
(yo, nick papz, make it slap)

[chorus: meek mill]
i walk in the spot (steppin’)
i got what it takes to get to the top
the money i make, these n*ggas cannot compete
they know that i’m gettin’ a lot
she give me the tw*t (give me that)
been countin’ that p*ssy, i’m gettin’ a lot
i know she a thot, still give her a shot
i f*ck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
you know that i’m hot (hot, hot, hot)

[verse 1: meek mill]
yeah, this that city boy sh*t (real city)
this sh*t crazy, we ain’t evеn kiss, i put some sh*t on her wrist (let’s gеt it)
sh*t was amazing, welcome the lord’s magic, fl!ck of the wrist (brr)
pocket a chop’ right next to the drop, you can’t even pick up the sh*t
i gotta take a fl!ck of this sh*t (let’s go)
i know my haters be sick of this sh*t
i put a b*tch on a b*tch (on a b*tch)
wake in the morning, i look in the mirror, it’s crazy, i’m really this rich (sh*t crazy)
feedin’ my children and makin’ my millions, i’m really as real as it gets (for real)
poppin’ them wheelies and sh*t
i got a glock with a ten on that sh*t and a switch on that sh*t, know we been on that sh*t
you know my n*ggas be sendin’ that sh*t, we be goin’ to war, we be winnin’ that sh*t
we be spinnin’ that sh*t, we be bendin’ that sh*t, we be gettin’ that money and spendin’ that sh*t
fives and tens and twenties, we never don’t count ’em, we give ’em to women and sh*t
i be drummin’ on jet with my members and sh*t, everybody in my hood gon’ remember this sh*t (yeah)
swear to god that my hood gon’ remember this sh*t
we can go back and forth like it’s tennis lil’ b*tch, i don’t go back and forth with no women and sh*t
yeah, if we start it, you know we gon’ finish it, yeah
[chorus: meek mill]
i walk in the spot (ooh)
i got what it takes to get to the top
the money i make, these n*ggas cannot compete
they know that i’m gettin’ a lot
she give me the tw*t (mmm, mmm)
been countin’ that p*ssy, i’m gettin’ a lot
i know she a thot, still give her a shot
i f*ck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
you know that i’m hot (hot, hot, hot)

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
hmm, hotter than juvie in ’99 (bah)
drippin’ dior to my heel, pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
i put this sh*t on, for real, mixin’ top dollar designer with jordan 5s (ghetto)
really like f*ck these n*ggas, i gave ’em a couple tries, now i’m cuttin’ ties (f*ck)
this my life, your entertainment, i want the money, f*ck bein’ famous
why is you fifty*three, still bangin’? (huh?) sick of these n*ggas, put me in containment
umbrella in the rolls case it rain, goin’ wherever the money take me (grr)
all this forever, don’t it never change, don’t think about it but i miss her brain (on god)
hit the switch, let the stick blow, to ride this wave, you need a big boat
poppin’ sh*t ’cause i was p*ss poor, hotter than grandmama crisco (go)
i taught my n*ggas to move a lil’ smooth (why?), you can’t even tell what the feds sayin’ (spy)
i’m in dc with a red skin, big fn

[chorus: meek mill]
i walk in the spot (steppin’)
i got what it takes to get to the top
the money i make, these n*ggas cannot compete
they know that i’m gettin’ a lot
she give me the tw*t (give me that)
been countin’ that p*ssy, i’m gettin’ a lot
i know she a thot, still give her a shot
i f*ck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
you know that i’m hot (hot, hot, hot)

- meek mill

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