Hot Girl Lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle
Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame
Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name
Hot like a spot when you really in the game
Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Verse 1: Kari Faux]
I'm hot, these niggas can't f*ck with me
And they always stay pressed like cold cutlery
Gotta get your paper up, up, up, up, up, up
If you wanna see what's up with me
I'm hot like California when it hasn't gotten rain
I'm the king of the hill and I'm slingin' propane
Spicy lil' chick'll make him eat it out the frame
And I make him go faster when I'm tuggin' on his chain
If you can't stand the heat then you should move away
You living in the shade with no place to stay
And that's tragic, got the energy of a dragon
On my carpet in the sky, I'm Aladdin
Pull up to the spot, make you break a sweat
Let me put you on game so you won't forget
Hotter than a sauna and that's on that
Just left the Bahamas with tan lines on my back 'cause I'm hot

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle
Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame
Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name
Hot like a spot when you really in the game
Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Verse 2: Yung Baby Tate]
No shade, no tea, but I'm hot as ever
You know, even if you don't got the Weather Channel, you know that I'm too hot to handle
I'm on fire like what's underneath the mantle
Burn, baby, burn, watch and learn
Got a urn for your ashy ass
No coconut oil involved at all
You broads is all just so dry, my, oh, my
My, my, my, my, my, my, little boy
You couldn't match my fly if you wanted to
Too short to ride, little boy
You can try but you're gonna lose
You're gonna lose, I'm gonna win
Tie your shoe and run again
You trippin' up, you out of luck
Call AAA 'cause I think you stuck
All the girlies on the floor now
Say they finna dance 'til they pass out
I got my ass out so they say I'm lookin' like a ho now
Woah now, I got my own style
Pick up the phone, dial 911
I caught 'em stealin' sauce and now they on the run
Catch 'em, hurry up, don't let 'em catch up to me
Leave 'em in the dust because I'm too damn groovy
I'm hot

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)
I'm too hot to handle (Hot)
I'm too hot to handle
Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame
Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name
Hot like a spot when you really in the game
Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Outro: Yung Baby Tate]
Make it hot, make it hot, don't stop
Make it hot, don't stop
Make it hot, don't stop
Make it hot, make it hot
Bring it to top
Make it hot, make it hot
Drop down, then bring it to the top
Make it hot, make it hot
Don't stop, don't stop
Make it hot, make it hot
Don't stop

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