Hearts of the winter

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Supa D

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Yeah, y'all already know how I'm coming, man
Supa D got the name from a OG, man
It's about to be a cold, cold winter outside, nigga
Welcome to the hearts of the winter, man

This for the island boys
Let them know we outside, man
We outside, this winter
Cold souls, yeah

Yeah we looking for a warm heart, yeah
The cold killers, cold drillers
They all back outside
Searching for a warm heart

Yeah, nigga
Better keep that heat tuck, nigga
Yeah, welcome to the hearts of winter
When the streets get cold but your heart get colder

So you better keep that heat on you like your name Bahamas
But it still get cold in the wintertime, damn little homie
My life heating up like the city called Miami
Guess we all playing for Miami Heats now

Know some youngins walking around with some jimmies
Shooting like they risking money for the come up
Even in the dice game , they screaming, f*ck 12
Island boy from Birth, so I don't gotta play crazy

Been a hustler long time, been touching paper
Had a couple bad nights, though, and some high as f*ck mornings
But that's how the street life go
It don't save nobody

Welcome to the hearts of the winter
The cold killers, real drillers, they all back outside
Searching for a warm soul, it's getting money season
As I'm looking at the calendar

Time to double up the work and triple up the profit
Every second, every minute, every hour
Every day, every month, every year
the cycle don't change, man, this shit is in repeat

Tell my brother, bring them bikes out, it's time to run the street
Yeah, we outside
We lit now, need a bad bitch with a big booty
Tell her, throw her back for a island boy

F*ck me so good that I go and cop a brick for you
Put you in the game now, all your exes, f*ck, niggas
F*ck, nigga
Don't make me dig my guns up my youth, ya no

Long time since me kill a man
So me circle the ends like the letter, man
No me say to Grabba hot , you know
Like some rice , you know, in a pot my youth, you know

Youngins look like peas, man
Love being in the mix, you know
Until me dish out them plates, you know
All my dogs eat, man

Said she want a bad man
So she wake up with a killer
Real don dada
Real bad man

Real bad man
Welcome to the hearts of the winter
When the streets get cold, but your heart get colder
So you better keep that heat on you like your name Bahamas

But it still get cold in the wintertime, damn, little homie
My life heating up like the city called Miami
Guess we all playing for Miami Heats now
Know some youngins walking around with some jimmies

Shooting like they risking money for the come up
Even in the dice game they screaming, f*ck 12
They all screaming mercy, got them by there soul
Its bout to be a cold winter

Better watch your bitch, she might run into some heat, nigga
Time to up the score, cause winning all the f*ck we know
Feeling like K.D with this snipe in my hand
Send the blitzes, this weather acting crazy now

Like tornadoes in the winter, but that's your bitch on my dick
Yeah, she going up and down, up and down on my dick, nigga
Go in there and catch a nigga, roll him out
Shawty make the birds jump, she be rolling loud

Shout out to them people, without them we be living equal
Divided all the trust, but steady, multiply the love
Looking at the dead and they all screaming mercy
Blood bleeding down my pores , guess I'm the chosen one

Father God forgive me, I've been hurt by a couple pussy
Bitches and them niggas and they all in the same jar
Reaching for some shit, nigga
I got that quack, quack for the duck ducks

Now the streets on overload, but the doctors call it overdose
Learn to flip that money and your new bitch gon' be a trophy
Yeah, the way she take my money, turn her pussy to my trap house
Make it wet, wet, make that clap for a thug

Got that quack, quack for the duck ducks
Like a Tyreke, I'ma get that

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