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Young Thug Ft. Travis Scott & Gunna – Hot (Remix) Mp3 Download + Lyrics

Young Thug Ft. Travis Scott & Gunna – Hot (Remix) Mp3 Download.

Young Thug has dropped a new single Featuring Travis Scott & Gunna, the song is titled “Hot (Remix)” and it’s available for your quick listen and download below. You can also check out the lyrics below. 

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Young Thug Ft. Travis Scott & Gunna – Hot (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot

[Chorus: Gunna]
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
It’s lit
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock (Ooh)

[Interlude: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah)
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh)
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah)
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it’s lit)

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Hot like the 504 Boyz, how I move through the lobby (Hot)
Since ‘012 La Flame been hot just to show you the time frame (La Flame)
Hunnid mill down on my desk, but I’m still up deciding (Straight up)
Match your M’s in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m in that four-door by myself, know it’s a hunnid, more niggas outside
Know they gon’ ride ’till the death (Ooh), had some good years, ain’t no way I get tired
I gotta do what I feel (Ah), everyday Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well
I put a lot on myself, in the field Richard Mille on like Odell (Let’s go)
She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo, doo, doo)
I had to go back and link with my slimes like I’m thirteen and zero (It’s lit)
I told the baby this not the remix, this a part of the sequel (Part of the seq’)
No, we not livin’ the same, we not makin’ the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil’ momma can fly, had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
Brought the angels, know the devil would try
Get so high, you thought Paris Hilton would’ve said it (Yeah, yeah)
When we come out, we can’t help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Afterparty, Astroworld at the planet (Yeah, yeah)
Laid the map out, but they didn’t understand it
When I’m on, know that I fuck on her Grammy, yeah

[Outro: Gunna]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot

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