Young Hot Rod - Hot Girl lyrics

rate me

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

[x2]

Now she's my private girl and I'm a Gucci Mane

Now she's my freaky girl, no she don't play no games

She got her money right, top down late night

She got her hair down, Louie heels, dress tight

She got a lot of friendses, they're roll *BENZes*

Don't' fuck with nothin', but *Dolce & Gabbana* lenses

I bet them kisses taste so delicious

Next time I see her I am going on a mission

She just walked up in the club

Now she's doing her thing upon the dance floor

Now all of these niggas is coming up to her runnin' their game

But she don't hear em no.

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

Now just break it down baby, break break it down baby

Now shake it down baby, shake shake it down baby

Now hop in my Mercedes, and won't you be my lady

And can take it back to the mid-eighties

And they get mad when we show up, every time that we roll up in the room

Cause we're set to say it down

And they get mad when we show up, every time that we roll up in the room

Cause we're set to say it down

She just walked up in the club

Now she's doing her thing upon the dance floor

Now all of these niggas is coming up to her runnin' their game

But she don't hear em no.

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

Cause she's a hot girl

She make me wanna, make me wanna say

Cause she's a hot girl...

Thanks to Amrizzle for correcting these lyrics