I'm so hot for her and she's so cold I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire I'm the bleeding volcano She's so cold she's so cold She's so cold, she's so cold I dare not touch her my hand just froze I'm so hot

You caught a vibe shootin' shots, why not? Baby, I'ma do it Baby, I'ma do 'em to you (You) I'm going non stop, my spot You caught a vibe, vibe shootin' shots, why not? Tell me the things you wan' do (Tell me) I'm going non stop, my spot (Yeah) Tell me

Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't a bad place to be Hey you, yeah you Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fools me around What's she doing to me? Out for satisfaction, any piece of

You have no right to speak to me so kind Separate lives You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your

I need a tall glass of something nice and strong A little liquor and a loving to do all night long I need a kick in the chest, a shot to the lips A little hot, make this martini shake your hips I said tequila, margarita, senorita please Chase it down

Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably Only makes you blonder They just got taller Looks as good on records as it does on me What doesn't kill you My heels and my hotel My disposition permeates The room when I walk in the place

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

Wanna be with a baller shot caller Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor Met her back stage at a summer jam concert Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a