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letra de catchin' z's - hotboii

aye its lil hot, cut the fan on
aye naw forreal tho cut the fan on its lil hot
yeah, i put boot up in my lean
lean
yeah, i put boot up in my lean

[chorus]
yeah, i put boot up in my lean, it get the best of me
just so i don’t end up catching z’s i pop an ecstasy
first i fell off in that p-ssy ain’t even know that i fell asleep
f-ckin’ on these foreigns got me bussin on these leather seats
you kno that the choppa’ sing a melody with expertise
if yo momma told you not to play with fire dont play with me
i told them it ain’t no running game so hide the referee
told me “only write me in the gram”
so why you texting me?
[verse ]
why you texting me?
don’t hit me up, dont message me
you gave your heart away, so it ain’t nothing left for me
i love that money i thumb through it so caressively
i’m kick’d back coolin no ac my chain on anti-freeze
i think i’m anthony
carmelo
choppa sing like lala
shooters on the scene
paparazzi
lady gaga
glock kick just like a baby an’ that b-tch gon’ pop off
and when i call, she on the way, she don’t care bout how far
cuz she so down for me
she ride for me
she tired of me tho
say i be doin’ her so wrong but it feel right to me tho
i’m on the boot
no tim, no tebow
i get green like cee lo
i ain’t been free in bout two years but it feel nice to me tho
i went and copped some c4
i dropped it in my lyrics
i walk around with safety off in case a n-gga curious
i went and copped the new iphone so i could talk to siri
look how i play all on the beat, its like im never serious
get on the beat
get on the beat, and play around
got off my ass
ain’t waitin round
get up
no staying down
cross that line you gotta stay, it ain’t no way around
n im gon’ let them b-tches go i ain’t gon’ save a round
[chorus]
yeah, i put boot up in my lean, it get the best of me
just so i don’t end up catching z’s i pop an ecstasy
first i fell off in that p-ssy ain’t even know that i fell asleep
f-ckin’ on these foreigns got me bussin on these leather seats
you kno that the choppa’ sing a melody with expertise
if yo momma told you not to play with fire dont play with me
i told them it ain’t no running game so hide the referee
told me “only write me in the gram”
so why you texting me?

- hotboii

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