[Intro: Co Lee]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How does it sound?
Yeah, it's so hot in the Sun
Yeah, Yeah, ay

[Verse 1: Co Lee]
Touch down in CDG, comme des garçons
Got hearts at my feet what I'm keeping my eyes on
Gotta watch where I step, fuck, another regret
Yeah I'd never waste a word, I only speak when the mics on
Grab the luggy, then I dip, jewels on me like a bitch
Front the store you see me lit
Getting stoned til' it grits
What I'm spitting gon' to be worth a brick real soon, no silver spoon
But I'm silk smooth, and I kill these fools
So better talk to me nice
Word of God is what I heard
Then I put my hometown on the tip of the iceberg
Now it's Dom Beats, resurrect a head full of zombies
We in Paris boy playing like these bitches feed me carrots, woah

[Chorus: Co Lee, Kebab, Orlando]
I'm hot as the Sun, hot as le sang
Pumping in my veins, feel like a beast on the run
I'm hot as the Sun, hot as le sang
They want to hear me talk, but I'm holding my tongue
[Verse 2: Orlando]
Uh-uh, Yeah
Paint blown runny on Sebastopol
Neon tape roll cover all the block stroll slow
We'd all make more money with the stock broke flow
Fuck your life, I ain't nice no more
But what's the price low for?
The more I thought about it, more I started hating it
No one around me had no money, ain't no shame in it
Put a flame in it, melt them like a fondue
Switched the double-cross crown and stripes for the fleur-de lis de Anjou
Big Brodie, what you gon' do?
Orlando, Co Lee, come through
Dom Beats chop like kung-fu
Were up to don't ask 'cause you don't wanna' know
The Eiffel Tower's far my bro
Barbès bootleg Marlboro
Put the rosegold in the photo, till big shoulders run up
Your man's a bozo, won't you tell him to go shut the fuck up?
They call the zone a no-go find some trash to pose in fron' of
I've been a no-show, got an old soul, pockets low the Sun up

[Verse 3: Kebab]
Yeah, yeah
Gave the shotty to the shawty, hid the spliff inside the audi
In a Prada bag, mama said she gon' pray today
I hope this shit gon' fade away, I'd like to pleed guilty
I got shit on my mind that make me real filthy
Rap until it will kill me, rap until it will kill me
Demons, uh
Demons hiding in the smoke, my flying hours beat the most
And you can't deny it, I'm bendin' iron for the throne, yeah
When did I get in between the lions on the floor
I'm ripping what my hands are tied with, armor won't get you knighted
Vodka will get you fucked up, you eating what you vomit
Ultraviolet silence of the mind will keep the culture guided, uh
We keeps that hot shit multiplying
Yeah, we keeps that hot shit (multiplying)
[Chorus: Co Lee, Kebab, Orlando]
I'm hot as the Sun, hot as du sang
Pumping in my veins, feel like a beast on the run
I'm hot as the Sun, hot as du sang
They want to hear me talk, but I'm holding my tongue

[Outro]
(J'habite à Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Et chaque soir j'ai rendez-vous...)