Caliente (feat. Aitch) - Young T & Bugsey

I swear I never met a chick so fine I might move to this one and say I sing like Ty I get her so wet because I bring that vibe I swear to God, rude boy, you ain't never had a ting like mine She get gassed when I check her Hot spice, she's actually pepper 11 outta 10, got me hooked so I'm pressin' it again Gave her back a big slap, gyally bad and she better (Better) I must say I've got habits Lemon in my glass, I pour some flavours out the packet Sippin' on my liquor, see a batty so I grab it Looked her straight in the eyes, the poor girl couldn't hack it (Huh) And when I step through, I've got Air Force Ones on, F Loubs Baby gal, I'm tryna see what that neck do (Neck do) Just forget about your man and bring your friends through, uh Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already Say she want all of this (All of this) All of this (All of this) All of this already Say she want all of this (All of this) All of this (All of this) All of this already Driver, pull up to the side, uh I just drew a body and I wanna get inside her, wanna get inside her My body on your body, I just wanna get inside ya Drink Henny, no cider She says she wanted body but it wasn't on the rider Baby she a rider Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already One more sip Just let me have one more sip If I'm in that mood, I be on your chick When we in that room she get on this d- Sh-Shirt on, lookin' James Bond in whip She got lipstick matchin' her thongs, it's lit Make her squirt like that, you ain't got this drip Puttin' work in, dawg, yeah, she on this shit I don't even know where to start I'ma be straight up, I want your brain not your heart Gimme those eyes when she came in the yard But we gotta do it quick, her mates wait in the car Uh, said I get her excited My accent she like it, her body the nicest Sit down bill a kush cake and ignite it Go grab me a bottle, don't care what the price is Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already Let me have one more sip of the Henny (One more) Skrr, skrr, are you ready? Postin' on the block, she rollin' up like she Jenny Say she want all of this already Say she want all of this (All of this) All of this (All of this) All of this already Say she want all of this (All of this) All of this (All of this) All of this already And when I step through, I've got Air Force Ones on, F Loubs All of this already

Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one (yeah) Way back when, didn't wanna know (woo) Way back when, I was on the ropes (woo) Winter time came, never had a coat Mummy doin' work, but the money always low Now I'm on the road, so squaddy we on the road OT trips for a show, I'm gettin' dough Bro-bro still on the stove, I need some more Get my A&R on the phone, let's do a tour (woo) Be about it, be about it, don't talk about it I got niggas doin' the dirty, I'm still around it All these women doin' my head in, don't need the baggage I got my connect, pick up a package Laughin' to the bank, four by four truck Thinkin' 'bout the times, I had no buzz Now I'm 'bout to pop, gyal show love But I already know, what contour does Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one This the sound of a boy that was broke, and wasn't known All alone, got three, four friends, but on his own Never P'd, I played out hard in these streets I know grief, I buried my brother at 15 These niggas seen, who I was, who I am Babygirl, what's your name? Who's your man? Yo, that nigga ain't the same, when he's off the 'Gram If you really know my worth, then let's make plans Girl, play smart, you know I'm the next (yuh) Fuck the phony, no love from the set (yuh) List of broke niggas, owe me respect (yuh) Word on road is, in my city I'm a vet Made my mom proud, and made my dad pissed If a nigga did his job, he might've got chicks Cold, with these niggas, they better get a grip If they ever get to ask why, I did it for the fifth Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one

Yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Please don't play games I got niggas in the back with the A Ayyy I don't love her, hit her then I do the race We can tell by the way Brodie told me that the trap's doing great Yeah, I'm so away I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze Push the suicide doors up Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck Cooling with a rich porter D'n'G for my daughter Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch Got guap, move block like rubicks In the coupe, bust a dance to the music Drop the top, make her lose it Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was running up and bumming out the big bucks Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot 16 when I knew I want my wrist floss Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers? Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard Ten toes in my Fours Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings? Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah Dem bloodclaat pants yah? Stop ye chattings man