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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Renzell
Renzell
Songwriter
Roman Earle McGee
Roman Earle McGee
Songwriter
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Renzell
Renzell
Producer
Anon E. Mouse
Anon E. Mouse
Producer
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Mixing Engineer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Woah Look Aye, how it feel how it feel Shit can anybody tell me if it ever feel real 'Cause I used to be that nigga that was droppin' off your meal Now I'm lookin' at a mil' and it's a little too real Hold on Fuck I'm talking bout Nigga I was praying for the moments I been living out Everything I waited on is everything I'm getting now Asking if I got it? Ha Look at what I'm giving out Imagine what I'm leaving out Imagine what I'm dreaming bout Imagine if I make it? That's some shit I never think about Wouldn't call it mud but I bet there was a cleaner route Type to curse the teacher out Not gon bring the heater out But I'm from the LAnd So I gotta bring the heat round Came out to the Chi so my shorty keep the heater loud It's a cold world so you know that I'm keep her round We gon set this shit on fire Even when it's freezing out That's cause I'm Hot, aye Hot, aye Hot, aye That's cause I'm Hot, aye Hot, aye Hot, aye Go, go, go shawty Go, go, go shawty Aye, go, go shawty Aye, go, go shawty Here it go, look 'Fore I hit a dub, I was all up in the club Gettin' whole lotta love Blowin' whole lotta funds Wait, huh What the fuck Member waitin' for the bus Now I'm playing with my luck Niggas playing with my Trust, huh Funds ain't enough when you coming where I'm from Need a whole lot of love From a whole lotta sons Who ain't never been the one Yes, I made it out the city but I'm missing where I was Wow, wow Wow, wow Wow, wow Need a whole lot of love From a whole lotta sons Yes, I made it out the city but I'm missing where I was Ohh, baby I'm hot So bright I'm beaming, got something steaming I'm a need all you got And when I get home Take me in your arms Keeping me warm And close And don't let me go When I'm on the road You should know I'm coming back to you Here it go, look 'Fore I hit a dub, I was all up in the club Gettin' whole lotta love Blowin' whole lotta funds Need a whole lot of love From a whole lotta sons Yes, I made it out the city but I'm missing where I was I'm from the LAnd so I gotta bring the heat round Came out to the Chi so my shorty keep the heater loud It's a cold world so you know that I'm keep her round We gon' set this shit on fire Even when it's freezing out That's cause I'm Hot, Hot, Hot Hot, Hot, Hot Hot, Hot, Hot Go, go, go shawty Go, go, go shawty Aye, go, go shawty Aye, go, go shawty
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