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Hot N' Cold Lyrics - Artist : Quentin Miller
Yeah, I might, I might, I might
I might I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot Guy like me gets involved in a lot Yeah, pull a car up out the lot Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop Yeah, right back to the bop I just run my wrist in the pot Flick my wrist every time you make it drop Thought you said that you would meet us at the top But I checked, you weren't there My shit [?] so is life, shit ain't fair Niggas run from the truth, they pick dare Watch my moves, watch my moves [?] I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot Guy like me gets involved in a lot Yeah, pull a car up out the lot Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop Yeah, right back to the bop I just run my wrist in the pot Flick my wrist every time you make it drop Thought you said that you would meet us at the top Yeah, let 'em in, they with me You know squad, you know me, UTD Yeah, I was gettin' fifty plays a week Now I got fans overseas, look at me Nike pants, I don't wear jeans, that ain't me I ain't them, y'all do them, I do me Niggas fake like the Sims in these streets Niggas be faker than the Sims in these streets I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot Guy like me gets involved in a lot Yeah, pull a car up out the lot Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop Yeah, right back to the bop I just run my wrist in the pot Flick my wrist every time you make it drop Thought you said that you would meet us at the top What happened? 1-3-1-7 |
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