Lyrics:
like an oil heater, heavy like a tank.
Tight like a wastebuckle, blast off like a space shuttle.
A-woo-ga sing, A-woo-ga sing,
A-woo-ga sing,
the store, she don't know which one go
This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler
around, look around (look around, y'all)
Won't catch 'em sleepin', they got heaters
Look around, look around (look around, y'all)
Niggas roll deeper than
Intro
Yeah, Yeah yeah
Verse 1
I’m never lacking keep that heater when I walk around
Stay off the phone lets speak in person or don’t talk abut it
Clan top soil
My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal
When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag ay 'em
I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that
double G me
The Cougar the heater, take la señorita
I'll send some shots through a nigga wife-beater
Chopper knock a nigga out on his people
Don't call
party
Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet
All-black four-four, do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne,
Gangsta party
Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet
All-black four-four, do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne,
Clan top soil
My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal
When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag ay 'em
I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that
call (what?)
Apple and Eagle where your mama
Didn't want you at all (yep)
Packing them heaters in the
Heat of the morning
Strapping them kilos in that
house speakers
Some people rather use than might than use heaters
Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom
For real
[Chorus]
be oozing illusions
They said they banging, but they moving and grooving
That's why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith
"COME ARREST A MAN!"
I'm pulling bullets the size of a pepsi can
I'll let the can shake so the
Spray can wet your man
My new heater's bullets as big
why you fucking with that
dirt cheap
soap box
snake oil
small pox
air/heir borne
first born
birth rite
Its fucking with that
this side that
My water's still flowing, and the rent is paid
There's a roof over my head, and a bed where I can lay
The heater's up and running, and the laundry
death row
Nigga them ain't vvs you put oil on it
Zoe bout doe put a hunnit on it
I ain't talking money boy put a donut on it
You the the type to punch
I should go cop me a visa
Get out the country or something
Maybe go get a two seater
Boss up as if it was nun'
Fired up like I'm a heater
I wanna
heaters
Where I come from even grandma got a heater
Ain't nothing sweet let me remind you in ya speakers
Right now life is not normal my energy will absorb
Pioneer flip screen for when the kids ride
Put em' on the Flintstones, Olive Oil, Bluto, and Popeye
You lost yo damn mind I'm old school
Six by nine,
bitch on my side she fell in love
With the aroma
And the heater on my lap
Prolly hot as Arizona
We aint have to get the renty so we
Traded for the loaner
Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
Ma skills is so ill when workin' the wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Wide screen
motherfuckers know us
Dryer sheets line the trunk
To disguise the odor your price is low but I
Bet my number shorty lower
Liva nigga heater man
Nickname,
got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil.
Verse 2: (The Clipse)
I graduated from Eight balls to blow that's cake size
match me
didn't smell right
He on the ground trying to look up in the tail pipe
Mighty fall for a mighty man
Had a manicure, now it's dirt and oil on his hands
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