Lyrics:
Juro - The Heat (Produced by Infinitee)
[Verse - Juro]
I'm bringing the fire, not maybe
This world could make you feel crazy
Work ethic never
speak we headed to the top just like a peak gettin top this hoe messed up my sheets she wanna stay but I want her leave can't let these hoes get between
right back
Just tell em leave me the throne, don't want no strike back baby
If I pull up you gone, that's not a threat, it's a promise
I be cool by
you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up
Casey Jones was an old engineer
Call for his family tonight, they will fear
All I need is my water and coal
Look out the windows, see my drag wheel
regrets
Make my life feel ok I don't want no stress
Cos life na turn by turn
You dont have to worry e go reach your turn
One day he go reach your turn wait
do by zones
Addi bitch I’m in my zone
Got they eyes on me like drones
Got tall money like the Jones
Picking sticks I’m picking stones
X-Ray glass I see
know I got a lot to say
So baby let me finish
I want to replace the trust that seems to be diminished
Cause all the love I have for you it can be
told me no every time but I still try
Kill the light that's what they want but I still shine
How you felt is how you felt you can't apologize
I would try
a fact, that's on me
I'm a picky nigga, all I want to pop out with is tens
I ain't selfish either, you can pull up, also bring your friends
Some ruthless
and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas, tease 'em
Bitches, please 'em
When I'm out of town, yo my pants got a crease 'em
All calls valid,
a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night
these caps off in these bitches
So why you want to mess with this
So why you want to take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech
struck nine
Good Morning Smithers Jones
The boss wants to see you alone
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for
Come in Smithers old boy
Take
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
I seen clovers
And went North
Moma im selfish
Ree im sorry
Let me watch my mouth
But I cant help it
What you want me to do
Moma im out here in
all off a mobile phone
He a good head, he abusing on the bitch
I ain't doin' no Dwight Howard mixin' in her gym
I ain't wanted to and shit
I can tell
ain’t have color back then
But it was, uh, sixteen of y’all I believe
And some passed away before I could breathe
So God bless my condolences for my fam
forgiveness
I'm living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends
I ride with that white
UNCONDITIONAL YEAH
YOU DON’T HAVE JUSTIFY
I DON’T NEED NO EXPLANATION
I’LL STAND BY YOU
THROUGH THICK AND THIN
UNCONDITIONAL YEAH
I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ME
have her but I want her too
So now I need help with my obsessions
Im working on my addictions
By stopping for all the pretty girls
In the cars I be
got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, red!
Now blood the fuck up
got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, red!
Now blood the fuck up
Can't wait can't slow
My flow sick throw, up
Planters how I go, nuts
TNT how I blow up
They like DVDs, don't want none
They on TMZ, all gossip
All talking
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