Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne - HOT WIND BLOWS lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne - HOT WIND BLOWS lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
We just landed in Geneva
Yeah, that's in Switzerland we on a yacht
A young lady just fed me
French vanilla ice cream
We all got our toes out, too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot
Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt
Find us
We playin' hide-and-seek with the passports
Where the fuck we at? Oh
The pilot gotta remind us, yeah
The luggage is pilin'
I needed clothes to wear (Woo)
So many stinkies sit in my wallet
Look like a folding chair (yeah)
The Cartier so light on my body
Thought I floated here
We boated here, it's Tunechi and
Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah
Out in Switzerland, travel with my
Bitch again, we kissin', dawg
I love when she let me rub her like Michelin
(Skrrt, skrrt, facts)
A hundred grand to sleep on the bird
The wings are whistlin' like
Man, they ain't listenin'
We crossed the line like immigrants
And benefit from it
Keep on stuntin' on these niggas, make
'em sick to they stomach, man
(I can't stop it) y'all don't understand
Fish so fresh that you could taste the sand
Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am
(True story)
Bada bada bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin'
Treat that last part like you
Niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
(Hot wind) yeah, haha
You see these excursions right here?
Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
(Gangsta Grillz) uh (Tunechi)
Excuse me, pardon me, the wind
It blow so hard at me
Like mother nature arguing about
Some baby father beef
And I'm stuck in the middle of
The sandwich like slaughter meat
Got my middle fingers to the
Cameras that's recording me
From y'all to me, brrt
Stop callin' me unless you're ordering
I'm on the beach, I got my feet out
And I stay on my feet
The corner beat, I'm on a deep route
Just throw the ball to me
Thought all this lean would have me senile
I guess they see now let's touch down
Catch a beat down like I catch touchdowns
I fuck 'round and slow the beat
Down and take the drums out
And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy
I'ma eat my own flow
And I'm in need of a flow
Might eat me a rapper and I might
As well eat me a ho (Oh)
I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin'
As cold as the devil and demon and ghost
I'ma get even and even, get even some more
It's too late to even get low, baow
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I
Need you to know, Mula, weezy the GOAT
The wind beneath my wings
Desert Eagle underneath my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)
(Hot wind, All aboard, nigga)
You see we just over here admirin' the view
Of the mountains from the lake of course
Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man
Stop fuckin' playin'
We just landed in Geneva
Yeah, that's in Switzerland we on a yacht
A young lady just fed me
French vanilla ice cream
We all got our toes out, too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot
Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt
Find us
We playin' hide-and-seek with the passports
Where the fuck we at? Oh
The pilot gotta remind us, yeah
The luggage is pilin'
I needed clothes to wear (Woo)
So many stinkies sit in my wallet
Look like a folding chair (yeah)
The Cartier so light on my body
Thought I floated here
We boated here, it's Tunechi and
Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah
Out in Switzerland, travel with my
Bitch again, we kissin', dawg
I love when she let me rub her like Michelin
(Skrrt, skrrt, facts)
A hundred grand to sleep on the bird
The wings are whistlin' like
Man, they ain't listenin'
We crossed the line like immigrants
And benefit from it
Keep on stuntin' on these niggas, make
'em sick to they stomach, man
(I can't stop it) y'all don't understand
Fish so fresh that you could taste the sand
Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am
(True story)
Bada bada bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin'
Treat that last part like you
Niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
(Hot wind) yeah, haha
You see these excursions right here?
Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
(Gangsta Grillz) uh (Tunechi)
Excuse me, pardon me, the wind
It blow so hard at me
Like mother nature arguing about
Some baby father beef
And I'm stuck in the middle of
The sandwich like slaughter meat
Got my middle fingers to the
Cameras that's recording me
From y'all to me, brrt
Stop callin' me unless you're ordering
I'm on the beach, I got my feet out
And I stay on my feet
The corner beat, I'm on a deep route
Just throw the ball to me
Thought all this lean would have me senile
I guess they see now let's touch down
Catch a beat down like I catch touchdowns
I fuck 'round and slow the beat
Down and take the drums out
And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy
I'ma eat my own flow
And I'm in need of a flow
Might eat me a rapper and I might
As well eat me a ho (Oh)
I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin'
As cold as the devil and demon and ghost
I'ma get even and even, get even some more
It's too late to even get low, baow
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I
Need you to know, Mula, weezy the GOAT
The wind beneath my wings
Desert Eagle underneath my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)
(Hot wind, All aboard, nigga)
You see we just over here admirin' the view
Of the mountains from the lake of course
Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man
Stop fuckin' playin'