Well... how hot is it?
Hotter than the oven door.
Hotter than clothes fresh out the dryer.
Hotter than the inside of a jalapeno pepper.
Hotter than evaporated water.
Hotter than a verse from Jay-Z.
Hotter than Andre 3000. (cause that nigga is Ice Cold)
Hotter than Nelly's Tip Drill video.
Hotter than the block Lil Wayne was talking about.
Hotter than a flaming shot.
Hotter than volcanos when they make new islands.
Hotter than sticking your hands in your pants in the winter.
Hotter than a parade of gay men. (get it? cause they're flaming)
Hotter than your mom.
Hotter than a plump dark skin grandmother in Africa.
Hotter than something I wrote. (no ego)
Hotter than the mess you are. (oh! you cold as ice, CG)
That's how hot it is....
but I'm coolin though.
I'm sweating a swimming pool over here
and you can't jump in.
Private property, knamean?
Word.
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