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HEATED

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HEATED

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Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down, heated (like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

It's been a lot of years, you really think you're getting one past me?

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down, heated

You got me heated, heated, oh

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no

To give you space at a time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no

With a waist that whine like this, my love

Only a real one could tame me

Only the radio could play me

Oh, now you wish I was complacent

Boy, you must've mixed up our faces

Oh, now you wanna have conversations

See how you're testing my patience, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down, heated (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

I gotta cool it down, heated (tip, tip, tipping on)

I got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down, heated (I'm hot, hot, hot)

You got me heated, oh (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta

Whole lotta texting with no conversations

Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time

Whole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patience

Whole lotta niggas been waiting, they want some time on it

Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra, we can get evolved, boy (wake up pretty)

You keep playing my heart, boy, I'm just as petty as you are (petty, petty, petty, petty)

Only a real man can tame me

Only the radio can play me

Only my baby

Ooh

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down, heated (like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

I gotta cool it down, heated, heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no

To give you space at a time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no

(Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)

With a waist that whine like this (like Coco Chanel, put me up jail)

Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors

Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that whine like this)

Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah

Your face card never declines, my Gawd (ooh, ooh)

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Hmm, yummy, yummy, yum, make the bummy heated

Make a pretty girl talk that shitty

Whisky till I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty (ooh, ooh)

Cool it down, down, down, my pretty

Bad, bad, bitchy, make a bad bitch, glitchy

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Liberate it, live it like we ain't got time

Yada, yada, ya, yada, yada, ya, ya

Yada, yada, boom, boom, ka, ka

Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass

Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass

Fan me off, my wrist goes click

Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits

Drink on my water, mindin' my biz

Monday, I'm overrated, Tuesday, on my dick

Flip flop flippin', flip floppin' ass bitch

Fan me off, watch my wrist go click

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot

Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail

Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair

Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel

Uncle Johnny made my dress

That cheap spandex, she looks a mess

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot

Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail

Fingertips go tap, tap, tap

On my MPC makin' disco trap

Uncle Johnny made my dress

That cheap spandex, she looks a mess

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