Heatin' Up (feat. Lil T)
E30
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Hell, yeah, I'm finna do it big on this, I'm finna talk my shit on this, yeah, yeah I've been doing this for fun, now I'm rapping with my heart F*ck all them niggas who would diss you in the dark If you know us, we'll snatch you up and put you in the ark Flora Mississippi, rep my city, Kearney Park Never been no scared nigga, always chasing bread, nigga If I ever ran, nigga, gone and cut my dreads, nigga Tell me what's the difference between a fed and a scared nigga Really ain't no difference, I drop 50 on your head, though Blacked out, maximum your hoe, she by my window I told her to get low, she saying, why we playing limbo They say I'm moving like a clown, I'm all Marlon finding Nemo When it's time to get serious, I get serious, you comprehend, hoe Moving up the ranks, I'm trying to focus on my grind I don't want no bitch who try to sit and waste my time And it's crazy how they cheat , but when I did it, it's a crime I just saw a bad bitch, my god, she a dime And I'm only 16, been thuggin' since quarantine Been chasing after that paper, the only color is green Yeah, I'm talking my big shit on this one, I already told you that Watch this, I ain't done, I ain't done Don't need no gun up on my hip, I got these fists up to play Ayy, don't believe a nigga, catch him right now today I'm trying to run up a check , I'm trying to f*ck on a bitch I'm trying to get my shit numb when she suck on my dick She say I'm going way too slow, you know I had to speed it up My dick just like a plate of food, you know she had to eat it up These hoes steady dissing me, but I can't even trip, I gave no f*ck About a bitch, I talk my shit, then they get mad, and throw a fit I'm the king of this, I don't even write my lyrics down She a ugly ass bitch back then, but I see her now, she can get it now She a bad bitch, gotta have that, see a bad bitch and her ass fat I'm chasing the money, I'm chasing the paper, booking the closures, know I'ma grab that The white boy rapper, hair so bleached, and I'm really a killer, I'm killing this beat Always the first, no, I don't see the fees, she fought for the money, she charging a fee She hop up in my Nissan, talking shit, Just know that she gone She kinda sassy, got a attitude, she think she right, I know she wrong I'm flowing on this beat just like a bogo down the river I be drinking on that alcohol, I'm fucking up my liver Smoking gas from California, then I hop up in my foreign You suck my dick and it was okay, yeah that shit was kinda boring It's Lil T, and it's E30, yeah we slide on any beat I give no f*ck about no Jordans, I got slides up on my feet I be balling on the regular, I got a busy schedule I'm always smoking gas, I never thought about a edible
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Written by: Emery Washington, Tripp Higgins
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