Young Thug - Hot ft. Gunna & Travis Scott (OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL) *BEST QUALITY*

[@vloneonthetrack7613]

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[@jdtandnxrsquad5231]

I want a instrumental with the Travis intro in the back ground

[@JustRyzlen]

bro never got that

[@000elison000]

Verse 3: Travis Scott] Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot) Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame) Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up) Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm in that four-door by myself Know it's a hundred more niggas outside Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh) Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired I gotta do what I feel Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well I put a lot on myself In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go) She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo) I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit) I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq') No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah Look, mom, I can fly Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky Brought the angels, know the devil would try It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah) When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah) Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it When I'm home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah

[@KOKUOSA]

Trash ni

[@hopefully8903]

**dabs**

[@Midnight_Worlock]

ginuwine ingram *Dies From Cringe*

[@ThePepe7849Short]

3:31

[@jujubeancxk]

Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt) Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah) I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was five Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier spread, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot I can whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

[@femzi4999]

I am know I am late but thx for the lyrics

[@jujubeancxk]

@femzi4999 np

[@akur3578]

Mate, this is such a nice beat, I am a german rapper, wanne go up in the biz, can I use this beat for my first ep in order to blow up?

[@vloneonthetrack7613]

Sup bro, u can't cuz it's only an instrumental of a famous song. Check out other beats on my channel!💯

[@akur3578]

@@vloneonthetrack7613 Allright I'll do it, thanks for the answer :)

[@dionysus-h9s]

FREE SLIME

[@Idktyw]

What is different between this and the first one you upload

[@vloneonthetrack7613]

This one have an additional verse at the end on the Travis Scott part, I also fixed the middle part, in this one is more accurate.

[@jeanphegenspremier454]

Red , black Pm magic7 Haïti

[@mkn_snvke]

J'arrive plus à digérer les coups d'salopes Tu ché-cher et quand je m'enerve tu galope Si Dieu le veut on fera l'tour de l'Europe Pour l'instant j'suis concentré C'est moi sur le corner pour le centre J'ai visé dans l'mille, dans le centre Si Dieu le veut on fera l'tour de l'Europe Pour l'instant j'suis concentré Yeah bro, c'est quoi les bails Faut bosser, bosser, chercher les tales J'étais là quand ça chauffait même quand ça callait, callait, callait J'suis toujours en bas Là j'arrive en balle, pour chercher les tales Même quand ça va mal, j'suis toujours a-l Grr grr paw, on sort le métal quand ça dérape allez décale