Jacquees, Lil Keed and Lil Gotit - Hot For Me

Haus
That nigga nice

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor baby?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Señorita, just give me your time
I'll slide to see ya, I'm trynna eat ya
Don't mind, mind, that's just my demeanor
You're mighty tender
Would you mind if I took you up out to Spain, yeah?
You can't deny, an even better time, it's the right decision
Don't look at me, that's just my opinion
Look in your eyes, I can find a million
Between your thighs, I can find a feelin'
Tell all your neighbors to stop that trippin'
We can put out the tape and we'll make a killin', ay
That pussy, that worth a million
Put her mouth on that head, ain't no better feelin' (oh)

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor, baby? (oh)
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Keed talk to 'em)

Fuckin' these hoes on the road
Know they gon' suck 'til they got no knees
I kept a gun on the road
I'm seein' figures, this not the old me (I can't forget on the road)
I just be playin' 'round wit' these numbers (playin' 'round)
All I could dream 'bout was a comma (dream about)
Fuck from the back, I'm fuckin' up her frontal (yeah)
Pack that we slap, we serve them out the jungle (let's go, let's go)
Girl you can't play 'round here (uh)
I can put real chandeliers on ya ears (yeah)
I can put a whole damn bag on they pills
I can drive the S-R-T in gear (skrrt)
Me and Lil Gotit, know we jumpin' out real (Lil Gotit)
Cartier frames, see the face from the rear
In my own lane, don't swerve over here (swerve)
L.A. vibe, yeah, we came from the hills

Baby, can you make it hot for me? (slat, yeah, slimeball)
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor baby?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was fuckin' on your girl
In Fendi and diamonds and pearls (diamonds and pearls)
She gon' put that shit on 360, make her twirl (twirl)
Pull up droppin' shit, yeah, yeah, 'bout her ('bout her)
My right girl, I rock, you know, her lil' world (my right girl)
I'ma dripper all season, Glock .40 squeezin' (drip)
Off a Percocet, not trynna meet him (slat)
Stealin' cars, I'm bleedin', we were really gettin' (skrrt)
Hunnid round in the semi, niggas tryna be me
They wasn't tryin' to listen to us
Now they trynna stand by us (yeah)
All them niggas was holdin' us
Bitch, we up, don't give a fuck (slat)

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (Rich Gang)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor, baby? (babe)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Rich Gang)

Written by:
Mbeng Denzel Ayuk-okata, Raqhid Render, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Semaja Z. Render

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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