Letra de Hot Box - Flo Milli

Hot box with a hot bitch

We dropped the top, now all my bitches topless

His name is Travis, i’m giving him mosh pit, uh

He like how I shake it, it’s junk in the trunk

I don’t give a fuck, I be calling him drunk

Ruin his life ‘til he turn to a munk

Ruin it, bitch, you better ruin it

Keep you a roster ‘til that nigga persueing it

Cover my name ‘cause your man tattooed it

I got him sticking to me like I glued it

He like it spicy, I’m not a prude bitch

I tell him “sue me,” like it’s [?]

Cool it, cool it

La la la la la, warm it up

La la la la la, the hoes are hating

He brought his bitch to see me at Coachella

Stalking online, but in person it’s wetter

He pressing me, she must got a vandetta

Go ask your nigga who’s sucking it better

Ooh, eat it up papi

Boy, you too neat to be eating it sloppy

Fucking me, could call it plug in the socket

Think i’m in love with him, i’m in love with his wallet

Damn, okay

Whatchu gon’ do with it?

Drive him crazy, like Tesla I’m cruising it

He need Milli, you know he persuing it

I’m in his mind, I can feel it, he losing it

I need that dick ándale, ship it

Amazon Prime, when I lick it, he dip it

Dance like a stripper, make him wanna tip it

He wanna future, it’s about to get wicked

Dumb ass bitch, you a hatin’ ass hoe

If you feelin’ froggy, then jump, lil’ toad

Laughing my way out of Chase

With drew from your nigga, reroute to the bank

Jeans never fit ‘cause I don’t gotta waist

It’s giving body, in love with the face

Withdrew from your nigga, reroute to the bank

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