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Savage Ga$p

Flaming Hot Cheetos

 

Flaming Hot Cheetos

(album: Thinking of You, Wherever You Are - 2018)


[Intro:]
Gasper, what the hell you doing?

[Savage Ga$p:]
I got these Flaming Hot Cheetos on my fingers
I'm tryna hold you
Promise that I'll always remember
That's what I told you
Now I'm sitting wishing
And reminiscing these visions of our springtime days
Sunflower you was in full bloom
'Cause you that pretty girl I always see in my dreams
And maybe you can let him go and come be pretty with me
I feel that summertime breeze
Lullabies in the trees
And yo your voice is like an angel
You an angel to me

You got a jean skirt, air max
Flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot
I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot
I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot
I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants

[Keshore:]
It just be like that, ay
Say you love her she don't love you back
My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos
I need my Clairo back
Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man
Sunflower picking, I eat her sunflower seeds
And World War 3 drive the pain
I swear to God I will leave
I need a Clairo shawty, uh
I need to hold you, uh
I be dreaming about my pretty girl
I wish I could love you
You vented on him Gucci
Like baby girl that's a bad match
You filas on my suegos
Like a future vans at golf stands
Haven't left my bed yet
Dreaming 'bout a bad bitch
I'm just tryna get with you
Wishing I could bag that

It just be like that, ay
Say you love her she don't love you
My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos
I need my Clairo back
Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man

done

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