Denzel Curry - HOT ONE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Denzel Curry - HOT ONE (en) Lyrics
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I can make money fro
I can make money from the comfort
of my sofa (Yeah, ho)
So much drive (Yeah), so-
so much drive (Yeah)
So much drive, now I gotta
get a chauffeur
(Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot
one too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks
strapped to bust yo’ ass)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks
strapped to bust yo' ass)
I can make money from the comfort
of my sofa (Sofa)
So much drive, now I gotta get
a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
One day, I’ll be big, but I know
I'm gettin' closer (Closer)
Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra
The wo, the world in my hands
'cause I took it off
ya shoulders (Shoulders)
Marni on my fit, you know I got
this shit from Lower (Lower)
I'm balling like Mike when
you see him on the poster
Like Yachty, gotta keep one
in my holster, strike
Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot
one too, feel my wrath (Yeah-
yeah, yeah-yeah, woo)
Fuck around and catch a hot
one to yo' temple, ho
Fuck you, you gon' catch a
hot one too, feel my wrath
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ain’t shit changed but the
number on my front door
Fuck you, you gon’ catch a hot
one too, feel my wrath
Got a new chain, what you think
I brought the strap for?
Ain't no beatin' me,
I'm blessed in life
Money, dick, and dollar signs
Know you ain’t gon' say it
Blow your top, let's see
what's on your mind
Ex nigga, let him go 'cause how
you broke like every time?
Fifty on my chest, I got like
forty on my panty-line
If he said I did him dirty,
sorry, but I needed mine
Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it
for me 'cause I'm super fine
Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches
up, I'm eatin' every time
Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't
see me if you all combined
Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one
too, feel my wrath (Yeah-yeah,
huh, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah)
Ain't shit changed but the
number on my front door
Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot
one too, feel my wrath
Fuck a new chain, I got a new house
Oh, that's your boo thang? She
need a new mouth (Yeah)
I flex the gold fangs, that's
just my root canal
Every time I get dressed, I
gotta move my bowels (Shit
on niggas, yeah-yeah)
No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas
My bulletproof vest is made
out of chinchilla
Walk through the trenches,
no need for the hitters
I flip a lil' milli',
I copped me a villa
Diamonds is silly, more
ice than Vanilla
Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta
Walk in my section, you
need an umbrella
Got this shit lit and
we never gon' let up
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