It goes past these songs you hear. It goes past this meeting together
It's just something different
And I ain't even know what the F*ck I was gonna say in this Speech today
Like, I don't even know why Polo Made me talk, cause I don't even Like talking to people
I'm wildly antisocial, I only f*ck With my personal circle, but this Is my personal circle
If Polo wanted you here, then he Wanted you here for a reason
Look, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah
Rich, the lonely road, I decided to Take it
Friend or foe, I don't know, but I Know I'm not breaking
Hold the phone when you alone, That calls from Satan
They used to give me meds, now They just test my patience
Ah man 24, looking diabolical
We taking all L's, but losing not An option, though
Smoking shit, man, I do this with My eyes closed
Lil' man want a girl, I told him, Watch these wise hoes
They don't feel it until you make The dollars come
And by that time, you gon' feel Wild love
Keep it going, they gon' say you Wilding
Follow your dreams, they call a Grown man childish
Rich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
Do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Look, and I ain't the one to be Backing down
You might have to lose weight if I Clap this pound
And I'm a different type of savage Now
Come home to wifey and hear me With them clapping sounds
Sorry
Just know, I ain't one of you Average clowns
Never
And as you have it now, the day Is coming
Summer in the 90s too
Motherf*cker, you should've Played one
I ain't playing son
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Polo Paul - Gotta Make It Hot, Pt. 2 (Clean Version) Lyrics
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English
It goes past these songs you hear. It goes past this meeting together
It's just something different
And I ain't even know what the F*ck I was gonna say in this Speech today
Like, I don't even know why Polo Made me talk, cause I don't even Like talking to people
I'm wildly antisocial, I only f*ck With my personal circle, but this Is my personal circle
If Polo wanted you here, then he Wanted you here for a reason
Look, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah
Rich, the lonely road, I decided to Take it
Friend or foe, I don't know, but I Know I'm not breaking
Hold the phone when you alone, That calls from Satan
They used to give me meds, now They just test my patience
Ah man 24, looking diabolical
We taking all L's, but losing not An option, though
Smoking shit, man, I do this with My eyes closed
Lil' man want a girl, I told him, Watch these wise hoes
They don't feel it until you make The dollars come
And by that time, you gon' feel Wild love
Keep it going, they gon' say you Wilding
Follow your dreams, they call a Grown man childish
Rich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
Do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Look, and I ain't the one to be Backing down
You might have to lose weight if I Clap this pound
And I'm a different type of savage Now
Come home to wifey and hear me With them clapping sounds
Sorry
Just know, I ain't one of you Average clowns
Never
And as you have it now, the day Is coming
Summer in the 90s too
Motherf*cker, you should've Played one
I ain't playing son
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
It's just something different
And I ain't even know what the F*ck I was gonna say in this Speech today
Like, I don't even know why Polo Made me talk, cause I don't even Like talking to people
I'm wildly antisocial, I only f*ck With my personal circle, but this Is my personal circle
If Polo wanted you here, then he Wanted you here for a reason
Look, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah
Rich, the lonely road, I decided to Take it
Friend or foe, I don't know, but I Know I'm not breaking
Hold the phone when you alone, That calls from Satan
They used to give me meds, now They just test my patience
Ah man 24, looking diabolical
We taking all L's, but losing not An option, though
Smoking shit, man, I do this with My eyes closed
Lil' man want a girl, I told him, Watch these wise hoes
They don't feel it until you make The dollars come
And by that time, you gon' feel Wild love
Keep it going, they gon' say you Wilding
Follow your dreams, they call a Grown man childish
Rich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
Do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Look, and I ain't the one to be Backing down
You might have to lose weight if I Clap this pound
And I'm a different type of savage Now
Come home to wifey and hear me With them clapping sounds
Sorry
Just know, I ain't one of you Average clowns
Never
And as you have it now, the day Is coming
Summer in the 90s too
Motherf*cker, you should've Played one
I ain't playing son
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And no, I can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Middle finger up to my opps
To my opps
I do this lil' thing till we pop
Till we pop
So we gotta make it hot, babe
Writer: Paul Juste
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