Okay, cool
My bitch likes everything new
Match her fit with a bag from Lou
That bitch came with attitude
Every time she talks, she's rude
I flex this money all blue
Two bands for a new pair of shoes
In a Vette, it ain't got no room
In a Vette, it ain't got no roof
I'm driving this bitch like a cop car
I'm sipping this shit, it's Wockhardt
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome Heart
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome
And that bitch just play with her phone
I'm pouring a cup with a hoe
I'm pouring the lean on a hoe
She likes when her knees hit the floor
In her throat when her man called
I put her on FaceTime
Got no kids, she just ate mine
Made a mess, like a hate crime
Ice sit on my wrist, made my wrist swell
I step in that bitch with a stick out
Okay, cool
I put 'em on the news
And they all just be copying everything I do
And she be getting car sick, the way I push the coupe
I f*cked her friend in Austin, and she ain't have a clue
KIDD - H0T IN H3RE Lyrics
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Okay, cool
My bitch likes everything new
Match her fit with a bag from Lou
That bitch came with attitude
Every time she talks, she's rude
I flex this money all blue
Two bands for a new pair of shoes
In a Vette, it ain't got no room
In a Vette, it ain't got no roof
I'm driving this bitch like a cop car
I'm sipping this shit, it's Wockhardt
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome Heart
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome
And that bitch just play with her phone
I'm pouring a cup with a hoe
I'm pouring the lean on a hoe
She likes when her knees hit the floor
In her throat when her man called
I put her on FaceTime
Got no kids, she just ate mine
Made a mess, like a hate crime
Ice sit on my wrist, made my wrist swell
I step in that bitch with a stick out
Okay, cool
I put 'em on the news
And they all just be copying everything I do
And she be getting car sick, the way I push the coupe
I f*cked her friend in Austin, and she ain't have a clue
My bitch likes everything new
Match her fit with a bag from Lou
That bitch came with attitude
Every time she talks, she's rude
I flex this money all blue
Two bands for a new pair of shoes
In a Vette, it ain't got no room
In a Vette, it ain't got no roof
I'm driving this bitch like a cop car
I'm sipping this shit, it's Wockhardt
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome Heart
I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome
And that bitch just play with her phone
I'm pouring a cup with a hoe
I'm pouring the lean on a hoe
She likes when her knees hit the floor
In her throat when her man called
I put her on FaceTime
Got no kids, she just ate mine
Made a mess, like a hate crime
Ice sit on my wrist, made my wrist swell
I step in that bitch with a stick out
Okay, cool
I put 'em on the news
And they all just be copying everything I do
And she be getting car sick, the way I push the coupe
I f*cked her friend in Austin, and she ain't have a clue
Writer: Arthur Mustardo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid