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Quentin Miller

Hot N' Cold

 

Hot N' Cold

(album: Q.M. - 2018)


Yeah, I might, I might, I might
I might

I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot
Guy like me gets involved in a lot
Yeah, pull a car up out the lot
Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop
Yeah, right back to the bop
I just run my wrist in the pot
Flick my wrist every time you make it drop
Thought you said that you would meet us at the top

But I checked, you weren't there
My shit [?] so is life, shit ain't fair
Niggas run from the truth, they pick dare
Watch my moves, watch my moves [?]

I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot
Guy like me gets involved in a lot
Yeah, pull a car up out the lot
Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop
Yeah, right back to the bop
I just run my wrist in the pot
Flick my wrist every time you make it drop
Thought you said that you would meet us at the top

Yeah, let 'em in, they with me
You know squad, you know me, UTD
Yeah, I was getting fifty plays a week
Now I got fans overseas, look at me
Nike pants, I don't wear jeans, that ain't me
I ain't them, y'all do them, I do me
Niggas fake like the Sims in these streets
Niggas be faker than the Sims in these streets

I might, yeah, be too cold, be too hot
Guy like me gets involved in a lot
Yeah, pull a car up out the lot
Yeah, Sean Combs, I can't stop
Yeah, right back to the bop
I just run my wrist in the pot
Flick my wrist every time you make it drop
Thought you said that you would meet us at the top

What happened?
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