Текст Jaden Smith – The Hottest
Текст:
I just landed in Maimi, swear they’ll never understand me
100 on the freeway and I’m gunning for the Grammy
Sexy Mama got a whip, hella sandy
Then she wanted to take a city
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us
Tell ’em, bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (No choice)
I ain’t modest, you can hear it in my voice (Let’s go)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us
Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don’t give no fucks
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli’ in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked
And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco-friendly
And I don’t wanna preach
Got the twins with me
Had to give ’em 50 each
Homie told me if I pull up
That I might end end up deceased
Let me think, hmm, that shit was a reach
I’m done with the talking, I just gotta let ’em see
When I’m sailing through the water, loaded cannons on me
I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me
You know the feds always watch
Got they cameras on me, huh
Flooded with diamonds
Man, you know you can’t compete
We ain’t stoppin’ on no beat
Till we hottest in the streets, better know
Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don’t give no fucks
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli’ in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us, tell ’em
Told the label double my advance (My advance)
Lotta different color bands in these pants (In these pants)
Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans
And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, n***a
Shit is hot, you can’t do that shit again
Called in jury duty but they know that I’m in France
She said, «You ain’t call», I said, «I never got a chance
I been running through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl’
Time after time
I feel your love
Roll the windows up
We don’t give no fucks
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed
Quarter milli’ in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in my voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got a city going up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us
Tell ’em, bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (No choice)
I ain’t modest, you can hear it in my voice
Hot fire, got a city going up (Hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us