Testo Too Hot - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone Too Hot (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album 2001
I'm too hot
And you not
I'm too cold, act like a fool, you too old
No, thought you was supposed to be grown
So why you always trippin' bout a photo
Got ya own bread, girl, I hope so
I ain't trippin', I just gotta get this dope sold
Got a boat load
I'm in the club, nah let me not even try it
Bitch, I'm at the crib tryna get sucked
First thing before I do though, I gotta re-up
I need gas like I'm on the way to fill up my truck
But that ass watchin' me through them jeans
Tryna put work on her like she part of my daily routine
I got swag and she know what I mean
Even though I said swag, she ain't heard that since 2015
I got stacks on deck, I'm the captain
What she missed in the pic, she put in the caption
Give her dick but she play like she forgot about it
Cigarettes ain't got shit on me; this bitch a addict
Turn around and talk behind my back, it's automatic
How could I want baby when I already had it?
Yeah, but it's okay, shordy, I don't throw shade
In this life, I ain't got no reason to be cloudy (huh!)
I'm too hot
And you not
I'm too cold, act like a fool, you too old
No, thought you was supposed to be grown
So why you always trippin' bout a photo
Got ya own bread, girl, I hope so
I ain't trippin', I just gotta get this dope sold
Got a boat load
Look, I was in the class first
Of the year, homie wanna get a rap verse
'Over here', he said 'We gon' see who snap first'
Said 'If that's the case, it's gon' cost a fat purse'
Ain't shit free, especially not a fucking verse with me
These mofuckin' losers irking me
I see how they been soul searching deep
Boy prolly my son like a nursery
I don't mind being the one they ain't heard of
Rap game fucked, everybody wanna murder
Been like this since I even wrote a verse
They ain't talm' bout nun, boy ya needa go to church
Go and get with God
Going through a struggle, gotta figure that shit out
Prolly thinkin' how? Gotta keep a smile
I know all about it mofucka, how the fuck you think I end up
Too hot
And you not
I'm too cold, act like a fool, you too old
No, thought you was supposed to be grown
So why you always trippin' bout a photo
Got ya own bread, girl, I hope so
I ain't trippin', I just gotta get this dope sold
Got a boat load
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Writer(s): Chase Knackstedt
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