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Karaokê Hot Shit - Cardi B & Kanye West & Lil Durk

Esta música é uma versão de Hot Shit, popularizada por Cardi B
feat. Kanye West & Lil Durk

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 78.5 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Mim

Duração: 03:33 - Visualizar: 01:17

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Ano de lançamento: 2022
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, R&B, Em inglês
Autor Original: Kanye West, Neville Livingstone, Marquell Ushon Jones, James Deon Steed, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Cardi B, Rennard East, Jordan Thorpe, Durk D Banks, Terrence Le Varr Thornton

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra Hot Shit

This too hard
Tay Keith this too hard
Tay Keith
Fuck these niggas up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope
Superfly shit
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'PAC shit
Either way you slice it
Bottom line, I'm the top bitch
New Chanel, I rock it
Twist it, that ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store
I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another
I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang
Ain't no spots left
Bad bitch contest
It wouldn't be a contest
Wooh smokin' dope
I'm connected
I don't know what's longer man
My blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder man
My heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up
I'm a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp
Hatin' didn't work so they lied
It's electric
So they lied
These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried
And they fried
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em Move
Move
New Chanel on my body
It's a boost
I'm so poppin'
I don't ever gotta get introduced
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce
Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use
Oof
Checks comin' fast
I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight
Hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
This that block music
This that drop location
Drop a opp music
This ain't for them niggas in the house
This shit for Glock users
Don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a cock user
Pill talk
Gotta bust his head
He cut on opp music
Who said you gang
Who said you could come around this bitch and hang
And I fucked your baby mama' mama and I ain't say a thing
They just came outside in twenty-twenty
Pull up in that twenty-one
I pick my side
Switches fully and Imma die for twenty-one
I got plenty cars
I hit plenty stars and didn't come
I said it plenty times
I pay for bodies
I ain't pay for none
You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you
She fuck Future too
I know that Von hit her
She pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo
Smurk
Oof
Checks comin' fast
I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight
Hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear
Imma hop up out the bushes
Me and Pusha kill your man
I'm just sayin' now I start to get used to the pain
'Till one day I said Fuck it
Brought my masseuse on the plane
Why you playin'
Reach in the gang
Lose a hand
Where you stand
Where was Jay at
Where was them at
Where you done that
Where you live at
Another headline
Where your hat at
Nigga go home
Where your kids at
They be on my nerve
They be on my nerve
Mmh mmh
When we lost Virg'
I was on the verge
Mmh mmh
I just hit the Louis store
I had to splurge
Mmh mmh
We just made a silent movie with no words mmh
Guess who toppin' now uh
God got me now uh
Guess who at Balenciaga
Guess who shoppin' now uh
They can't stop me now uh
I been poppin' out uh
Cardi where your sister at
I need Henny now mmh mmh
I flew in and out
Hundred fifty thou'
Mmh mmh
Now even when they shout
Gotta shout me out
So ahead
Go ahead
Mmh mmh
Not even close
All of y'all is number two
Oof
Checks comin' fast
I'm like swoosh
Ooh
Give 'em to me straight
Hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

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