Lyrics:
Fighting for this love like it’s homicide
Finger on the trigger but i’m not ready to die
Two seat drop-top brodie got the hot glock
Shooting
Dance to the beat, beat, beat
Get up outta yo seat
Summer time coming where the heat
Come on out in the streets
This mask is hot im tired
Trying
beat
Now they really on the hot seat
It gets dark on the backstreets
I can never sit in the backseat
Always in front never pass me
Step off I'm calling
push my back against the dashboard
I don't even think I wanna drive tonight Oh, it's getting hot inside
Baby you're to die for, Drivers seat reclining in
on
That shit's unintentional
So what's intentional you ask me
Pushed me in a hot seat
I couldn't lie I kept it G
You're not my type, but I wanna try
I seen her in the subway on my way to Brooklyn
Hello good looking is this seat tooken
On the A train picking at her brain
I couldn't get her
with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
Left field bleachers by the guy
a wild side
and damn she's fine
She's got me lookin' forward to the rest of my life
And there's no one, I would rather have by my side
We're coming in hot
Got his top knocked
Had brains blown on the seats
Another youngin swallowed by the streets
Why I keep them hollows on me
Gotta watch my back cause I
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Matter fact take a seat just look at the wealth
D-D-Drugs supplied by those on the yachts politicians in bed with the cops
You either a have or a have not
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
behind, front seat
Aiyyo, one two three four
Five six seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
Seven six five four
Three two one
Come on Mr.
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
eleven I'm gone creep her
But don't go to sleep
I got some more meat to feed ya
[Turk]
Now I'm hot
I wonder was up with Kisha tonight
I'm gone give
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
escape you betta haul ass
Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally
I bring yo ass on the block that's the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
to chase your dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
Used to be rockin' the Nike's, now it's Prada for life
I'm in the ATL club and wit crazy hoes
Most of 'em hot, but most of 'em J.D. hoes
Ay ma, I want
fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
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