Yung Baby Tate – Hot Girl lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate] I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle (Too hot) I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name Hot like a spot when you really in the game Hot like a shot that just got the fame [Verse 1: Kari Faux] I'm hot, these niggas can't fuck with me And they always stay pressed like cold cutlery Gotta get your paper up, up, up, up, up, up If you wanna see what's up with me I'm hot like California when it hasn't gotten rain I'm the king of the hill and I'm slingin' propane Spicy lil' chick'll make him eat it out the frame And I make him go faster when I'm tuggin' on his chain If you can't stand the heat then you should move away You living in the shade with no place to stay And that's tragic, got the energy of a dragon On my carpet in the sky, I'm Aladdin Pull up to the spot, make you break a sweat Let me put you on game so you won't forget Hotter than a sauna and that's on that Just left the Bahamas with tan lines on my back 'cause I'm hot [Chorus: Yung Baby Tate] I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle (Too hot) I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name Hot like a spot when you really in the game Hot like a shot that just got the fame [Verse 2: Yung Baby Tate] No shade, no tea, but I'm hot as ever You know, even if you don't got the Weather Channel, you know that I'm too hot to handle I'm on fire like what's underneath the mantle Burn, baby, burn, watch and learn Got a urn for your ashy ass No coconut oil involved at all You broads is all just so dry, my, oh, my My, my, my, my, my, my, little boy You couldn't match my fly if you wanted to Too short to ride, little boy You can try but you're gonna lose You're gonna lose, I'm gonna win Tie your shoe and run again You trippin' up, you out of luck Call AAA 'cause I think you stuck All the girlies on the floor now Say they finna dance 'til they pass out I got my ass out so they say I'm lookin' like a ho now Woah now, I got my own style Pick up the phone, dial 911 I caught 'em stealin' sauce and now they on the run Catch 'em, hurry up, don't let 'em catch up to me Leave 'em in the dust because I'm too damn groovy I'm hot [Chorus: Yung Baby Tate] I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle (Too hot) I'm too hot to handle (Hot) I'm too hot to handle Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name Hot like a spot when you really in the game Hot like a shot that just got the fame [Outro: Yung Baby Tate] Make it hot, make it hot, don't stop Make it hot, don't stop Make it hot, don't stop Make it hot, make it hot Bring it to top Make it hot, make it hot Drop down, then bring it to the top Make it hot, make it hot Don't stop, don't stop Make it hot, make it hot Don't stop Explain Request ×

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