Heatin' Up (Intro)
FrankieSalles
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We need more understanding of human nature Because the only real danger that exists is man himself He is the great danger, and we are pitifully unaware of it Look, look, I'm heatin' up Mama told me I'm the prodigal son Mama told me get the profit and run I told her I'mma shine bright like the sun I told her I'mma go get what I want Get me a Grammy, I promised her one Whipping the Camry, I do it for fun Get body slammed, yo, I don't need a gun Stunt on the gram, I got me some buzz Run up my digits, I know what they like Dubbin' these bitches cause they not my type Said I would make it, I'm proving it right Work for it all, I grind through the night See what I'm wearing? I'm fly like a kite Now it's apparent I'm reaching new heights And that appearance is looking real nice I want it for life, not worried bout death No matter what happens I'll end up ahead No matter what happens I'm making my bread Break it apart with the fam when I'm dead Make sure they get it, they living real nice Come for my neck and you paying the price Uppin' the grip and we send him to Christ I said it before, I want it for life, bitch One, two… Verse two coming straight off the top I ain't capping, better give me some props I ain't bragging, put respect on the name I been humble but it's time for a change Back the f*ck up, get the f*ck out my way Hungry for money, I don't want the fame Keep it a hundred, you rappers the same Huh-duh-duh-duh, what the f*ck did you say? Check… I was feeling burnt out Had to hit the reset like a first down I done came out the mud, wash the dirt down Shawty say she wanna f*ck and I'm so down I ain't saying nothing bout it, we could go rounds Play my song in the back, that's a dope sound I done made a couple racks off the flow now Okay, maybe not yet, but it'll go down (It'll go down) Coming out of po-town, lost in a dope cloud Kinda wanna slow down but I gotta go now Keep it low down, I be going all out coming with the claws out So you know I balled out, huh, I balled out, huh Shawty in my bed, I got her called out, huh Yeah, I might slip but won't fall down, nah Bitches in my crib like it's a dog pound, bro Got the top down low, it's on lockdown, bro Cause I'm back in this bitch and they whack with the shits I done came in the game, put a rack on my wrist And they want it for life but don't wanna commit It's a swing and a miss cause they lacking the hits If you talking that shit, Krittin throwing the mitts And I ain't from the south but get love from them jits And you know I don't miss so let class be dismissed
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Written by: Frank Salles, Krittin Ranong, Mike Mallozzi
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