Lyrics:
Do you do rap? (Uh Oh)
Ha ha ha (Uh Oh)
Do rap, yeah (Uh Oh)
Let's go, let's go (Uh Oh) Yeah
Once again, look at who, who's back
I keep bringing heat
Tell your sweet baby just to come on by
Gonna have yourself just a hell of a time
Wanna wreck the floor, wanna kiss her cheeks
She's a light
tryna get a piece of parmesan
cnd when the heat comes down, be coolin'
cy, ay, where the ambiance?
Blow smoke like fuming cubans
Merely tryna get
asking for forgiveness baby
I’m the one that makes your body shake
Oh my god, you’re in heat, baby girl that wasn’t me
I’m gonna start by pulling on your
the heat man
Dig it the MOB baby
I'm so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Jus' a thug fo' the money, no love
Hit 'em up wit'
Its the code of the street home as i creep
Slow when you sleep holding the heat
Put holes in your jeep respect the streets
Its the code of the street
The bluest blues
Keeps me light
So, I take my time
To take a dive
When I'm with you
The heat arise
Under your skin
I feel just fine
I want you by my
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
I been coming up
From the streets with the heat
I don't need no Billie Jean
Tell that hoe to beat it
I been coming through
With the heat for
bricks on my feet
I can feel the heat
Coming from my heart beat
I don't wanna call home I'm scared
Nobody's waiting by the phone for me
Play it a thousand
Living by what you say living By What you preach
If you feel this and you stand on that
That's real shit
Cuz I don't trust you niggas
My niggas never
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Japanese girl want to kick like Katana
(Me)
I'm flyin' out to Bahamas
(He)
Spittin' that heat like a sauna
(We)
Too busy countin' up commas
Shoota
wanna compete
We're feeling the heat
But death is all that ignorance will reap
This is how it goes
When we're walking the streets
Spit the truth
Ayy, ayy, Ion playin
Don't fuck with me, you a bitch
You a bitch, let's get it
Talk shit
I ain't finna lie, I'm feelin' this is some heat
I don't
On the one side, truth towers like a cliff
On the other side, love dangles by a thread
And here is a climber who cannot find his eyes
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking by faith
Not by sight
I'm walking
Clutchin' this heat while I'm breezin' through the gutter
Cocaine but a lotta pain from the struggle
Fuck with anti, that's why the dope game love
Miami!
Dade County!
Lets ride!
I'm from Miami, bitch
Yeah, that's Miami streets
And all the haters want to push us, try to give us heat
Baby,
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
shining, so act like you don't know
Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
We the flyest gangstas
What you don't got is my natural glow
Counting out
We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can can-can.
She started a heat
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's
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