flaming hot cheetos

Lyrics

[Intro] (Gaspare, what the hell you doing?) [Verse 1: Savage Ga$p] I got these Flaming Hot Cheetos on my fingers, I'm tryna hold you Promise that I'll always remember, that's what I told you Now I'm sitting wishing and reminiscing these visions of our springtime days Sunflower you was in full bloom 'Cause you that pretty girl I always see in my dreams And maybe you can let him go and come be pretty with me I feel that summertime breeze, lullabies in the trees And yo, your voice is like an angel, you an angel to me [Chorus: Savage Ga$p] You got a jean skirt, Air Max Flowers in yo' hairband Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants Jean skirt, Air Max, flowers in yo' hairband Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants Jean skirt, Air Max, flowers in yo' hairband Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants [Verse 2: Keshore] It just be like that, ayy Say you love her, she don't love you back My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos, I need my Clairo back Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Virgil man Sunflower picking, I eat her sunflower seeds And World War 3 drive the pain I swear to God, I will leave I need a Clairo shawty, uh I need to hold you, uh I be dreaming 'bout my pretty girl wishing that I could love you You vented on him Gucci Like baby girl that's a bad match You Filas on my Suegos Like a Future Vans at Golf stands Haven't left my bed yet, dreaming 'bout a bad bitch I'm just tryna get with you Wishing I could bag that [Outro: Keshore] It just be like that, ayy Say you love her, she don't love you back My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos, I need my Clairo back Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Virgil man Ayy