Hot N’ Cold lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Intro]
Yeah, I might, I might, I might
I might..

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
But I checked, you weren't there
My sh*t [pipe?], so is life, sh*t ain't fair
n*ggas run from the truth, they pick dare
Watch my moves, watch my moves, first step

[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
Yeah, let 'em in, they with me
You know squad, you know me, UTD
Yeah, I was gettin' 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
n*ggas fake like the Sims in these streets
n*ggas be faker than the Sims in these streets

[Hook]
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

[Outro]
What happened?
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