letra de hot topic - haych
[intro]
-ahahah-
“pikmin!”
i-i-i love gock down my throat
yeah, i’ll cop some pradas and i’ll let those b-tches crease
yahhhh, yeah, ay, ay
your b-tch think i’m funny, yeah, i make these b-tches crease
(phew, phew, phew)
(brrr)
slakcer folk, yeah
phew, phew
phew
[verse 1]
walk into the bank and i feel alive
wearing all gold, are you-are you 45?
b-tch, i’m on a mission, on a n-n-n0ble strive
rented starship, lemme take you for a ride
take you to my castle, take you down to dirtmouth
sushi out in saint square, draped in ancient tassеls
90 on the dashboard, living life so fast
slow down you’re gonna crash out
pass out, takе a swerve, it’s nice out
[chorus]
yeah, i’ll cop some pradas and i’ll let those b-tches crease
your b-tch think i’m funny, yeah, i make these b-tches crease (crease)
hotter than a topic (topic) and i’m not on e
and i’m counting hunnids (hunnids), i let the money speak (speak)
yeah, i’ll cop some pradas and i’ll let those b-tches crease (yah)
your b-tch think i’m funny, yeah, i make these b-tches crease
hotter than a topic (topic) and i’m not on e (yah, yah)
and i’m countin’ hunnids, (countin’, countin’) i let the money speak
(speak, speak, speak)
[verse 2]
he a sl-t for me, he do what i want do (what i want do)
take off his jeans and f-ck him then i buy him trues’ (rocker jeans)
we take turns, i let him hit then dip like pool (pshhhhh)
hunter fabrics, don’t wear tracksuits like a goon (yah, yeah)
rocking prada black from my head to my boots (to my boots)
switch to heresy and sing a folk lore tune (heresy)
treckin’ round the streets of manny with my goons (mcr)
poppin’ tags and poppin’ molly, sh-t ain’t new (uhh, pew!, bow!)
told this bih, i’m smoking gas like (oh) open the windows (open the windows)
air out the bnb, on my switch playing nintendo (mario)
she got her b-tt all out like i ain’t never seen those (i’ve seen those)
she roll me two zoots, i’m smoking them akimbo
b-tch, you free load, wide load like roadhog (hog)
you’re not my friend so just f-ck up out my d-mn spot
don’t be sh-t talking behind me like i don’t know (i don’t know)
i’m so much badder than you and i’m having more fun
[chorus]
yeah, i’ll cop some pradas and i’ll let those b-tches crease
your b-tch think i’m funny, yeah, i make these b-tches crease (crease)
hotter than a topic (topic) and i’m not on e
and i’m counting hunnids (hunnids), i let the money speak (speak)
yeah, i’ll cop some pradas and i’ll let those b-tches crease (yah)
your b-tch think i’m funny, yeah, i make these b-tches crease
hotter than a topic (topic) and i’m not on e (yah, yah)
and i’m countin’ hunnids, (countin’, countin’) i let the money (speak) speak
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