Lyrics:
these summer rhymes
Blue skies all the time
Now we feeling the heat
New vibes all the time
I be making them beats
Got my girl by my side
Now I'm feeling
(FAS, You Made A Hit)
(Luke, Come On)
(Proddg)
On God imma end up in the top five
Bringing heat but it's not with a Glock nine
Going up just like
It ain't over y'all
This ain't over 'til your mom is on
With the pit-stained coat playing Donkey Kong
In a honkey tonk they call her auntie palms
and hold me (hold me in your arms)
Didn't tell you that I need you
I need you, whoa oh
I need you
Yes I do
Through the heat
Of the fire
and hold me (hold me in your arms)
Didn't tell you that I need you
I need you, whoa oh
I need you
Yes I do
Through the heat
Of the fire
you feel in a campground fire
And your heat moves through all the way in my veins
Every since we connected I ain't never been the same
You can be right
My Costa My Beast
My Costa, My Beast, My Costa, My Beast
Ready that some action, we’re about to bring the heat
My Costa, My Beast, My Costa, My
wait 'til the end of the week
When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you
the heat man
Dig it the MOB baby
I'm so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Jus' a thug fo' the money, no love
Hit 'em up wit'
hang? Take your time, go slow,
Make love till the middle of the (morning)
I know you're wondering if I'm the type to quick,
Heat the sheets and get you
The bluest blues
Keeps me light
So, I take my time
To take a dive
When I'm with you
The heat arise
Under your skin
I feel just fine
I want you by my
Japanese girl want to kick like Katana
(Me)
I'm flyin' out to Bahamas
(He)
Spittin' that heat like a sauna
(We)
Too busy countin' up commas
Shoota
wanna compete
We're feeling the heat
But death is all that ignorance will reap
This is how it goes
When we're walking the streets
Spit the truth
Ayy, nigga, I'm at your crib with a ski
(Ski, ski) yeah, niggas know I'ma ball
Just like the Heat
(yeah, just like the Heat)
Ayy, Rick Owens,
You're writing raps like it's your hobby
I'm writing what is Godly
B/Chriss got the heat like szechuan
Bringing this lyrical feat
I'm a blessed one
runnin' these fuckin' streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*
[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
The people.
Heat bubbles.
Heat waves.
Volcano’s.
Earth quakes.
Plasma bursts.
I know it hurts!
Take your loss!
I only leave.
By a natural cause.
Power
boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
til you get it right
In the heat of July, heat of July
Questions came there by her side
God and all things you reply
On a porch screened in from flies
youyou upset with
You can't feel self worth self love .. when your selfs SHIT
Sometimes you can find yourself by being self less
Your shelf life is your
Clutchin' this heat while I'm breezin' through the gutter
Cocaine but a lotta pain from the struggle
Fuck with anti, that's why the dope game love
cost?
Who else could read the stories in your eyes?
With heat lightning flashing in the midnight sky
With heat lightning flashing in the summer sky
You
in my city
Protect the know
How I treat heat that I'm holding
From a set, set to blow
What? you can't see that we smoking
Pull up and test your toke
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