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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roman Earle McGee
Songwriter
Lon Renzell
Songwriter
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Renzell
Producer
Anon E. Mouse
Producer
Edgar Lamont Anderson Jr
Mixing Engineer
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
Writer(s): Roman Mcgee
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