Lyrics:
Driving home she grabs something to eat
Turns a corner and drives down her street
Into a row of houses she just melts away
Like the scenery in
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Oven nigga didn't have heat
Now I'm hotter than the summa swear I'm Bunning up the streets
Jumped in head first
give a fuck if it's deep
F an N on my hip
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was
and get him, yeah
Yeah, I think it's time to turn up
Yeah, I can tell I'm spittin', heat just by the way they burned up
These niggas lookin' out for me, so
I can feel the heat risin'
Everything is on fire
Today is a painful reminder
Of why we can only get brighter
The further you put it behind ya
I can feel the heat risin'
Everything is on fire
Today is a painful reminder
Of why we can only get brighter
The further you put it behind ya
falls when the heat turns up
You and I belong in the deepest love
Get me high
Little devil eyes
Ooo woah
Oh I
Need you by my side
Oh no
Get me high
She makes the ice melt before she ever takes a sip
Yeah, you can feel the heat when she walks by
Makes a five alarm fire look like a dollar store
balls as I watched his face go in that plate
What he snorting up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't recording us
Fresh pair of J's, and stilla fuck Michael
a nigga
Now I'm up, she tryin' squirt
Who the fuck am I to turn her down?
I stuck a quarter and I flipped it
Took a classic and I ripped it
I ain't
back, like true that
Collin’s a problem, but you knew that
I turn the heat on (hedon) like where they nude at
You can kiss me where my glutes at
This is
love my shit, give you a quiz
And you do it
Don’t let your girl nigga, turn to a groupie
Why? Understand other niggas be goofies, I
Get hated by, niggas
it's Wrong Turn Three cuz these bars are cannibals
Yall aint ready, and I could tell by yo expression
Im up and they lower than prices during the Great
the police
Lemme tell you something real quick bro
I don't miss a beat
Fuck her so good
that I put her to sleep
Even in heat
I'm a mence like dennis
So I gotta
block just to see what you'll do
I hate it when they say their real but then turn out fuu
If you ain't see through that shit, then turns out, you're
Meet you at the bodega on my street
walk on by babe if you can't take the heat, take the heat
I could never be jaded about the nights we created
but if
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
bands while running from heat
We up in the poles, tryna make niggas geek
We up in the poles, niggas start hittin' feet
I'm callin a play, like I play for
guess he ain’t bein' consistent
I had to re-up again yesterday
'cause I been elevatin' my business
No such thing as too much hustle
All this weight on me,
of a fight
Its wishful thinking to get out of here
Alone because the lala girls lack in fear
So get up undress turn off the lights
It's a hollywood baby get
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