"The Hottest" lyrics
Jaden Lyrics
(from "Bad Boys For Life" soundtrack)
I just landed in Miami, swear they'll never understand me
Hunnid on the free way and I'm gunnin' for the Grammy
Sexy mama got a whip, hella sandy
She wanna take the city, I said "Baby, why can't we?"
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)
Time after time (Yeah, yeah), I feel your love
Roll the windows up (Yeah, yeah)
We don't give no fucks (Yeah, yeah)
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed (Stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Facts)
And the stick is still tucked (Tucked)
And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco friendly, and I don't wanna preach
Got the twins with me, had to give 'em 50 each
Homie told me if I pull up, that I might end up deceased
Let me think, that shit was a reach (Facts)
I'm done with the talkin', I just gotta let 'em see (Oh)
I'ma pull up on your ass, with the bands on me (Bands)
When I'm sailing through the water, load the cannons on me
I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me
You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh-huh
Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can't compete
We ain't stoppin' on no beat till we hottest in the streets, better know
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em
Told the label double my advance (My advance)
Lotta different color bands in these pants (In these pants)
Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans (We know you the feds)
And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, nigga
Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again (Shit again)
Callin' jury duty but they know that I'm in France
She said, "You ain't call," I said, "I never got a chance
I've been runnin' through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl"
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got a city goin' up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)
Hunnid on the free way and I'm gunnin' for the Grammy
Sexy mama got a whip, hella sandy
She wanna take the city, I said "Baby, why can't we?"
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)
Time after time (Yeah, yeah), I feel your love
Roll the windows up (Yeah, yeah)
We don't give no fucks (Yeah, yeah)
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed (Stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Facts)
And the stick is still tucked (Tucked)
And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco friendly, and I don't wanna preach
Got the twins with me, had to give 'em 50 each
Homie told me if I pull up, that I might end up deceased
Let me think, that shit was a reach (Facts)
I'm done with the talkin', I just gotta let 'em see (Oh)
I'ma pull up on your ass, with the bands on me (Bands)
When I'm sailing through the water, load the cannons on me
I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me
You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh-huh
Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can't compete
We ain't stoppin' on no beat till we hottest in the streets, better know
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em
Told the label double my advance (My advance)
Lotta different color bands in these pants (In these pants)
Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans (We know you the feds)
And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, nigga
Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again (Shit again)
Callin' jury duty but they know that I'm in France
She said, "You ain't call," I said, "I never got a chance
I've been runnin' through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl"
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked
Bad boys, we don't really got a choice (Got a choice)
I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice (No choice)
I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got a city goin' up (Hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)
Writer(s): Omarr Rambert, Kyle Michael Edwards, Jaden Syre Smith, Darrien Overton
