Lyrics:
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
to her heat
She can make you sad when you're happy as can be
She can make you shoot your ego all over her sheets
All is hers in love and war, my little
are ready to meet in the heat
Body to body vibrations are over the street
I am waiting for you with your sexy eyes
While the people are passing by
Notorious
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
our name in a tree by the lake
Look in your eyes 'cause I miss you much
The way you say, "I love you
CL" and your gentle touch
We reminisce with
different. I’m a shining star,
but I glow in the distance. You’ll never know the lows
that we lived if you never had to heat your home
with the stove in
Yea yea yea
Ms. Heat
Check it look
It's Christmas time
Love is falling like (Oh)
Don't say snow
Cause you already know
Ms. Hot heat miser
Huh, Rockstar stan on me
I done went Chrome Heart jeans
In Celine, yeah my lil' Persian queen
Dripping no sleep
Applying the heat
Got the muhfucking
Sipping syrup in this bitch so I might turn up
Cooking heat up in this bitch so I might turn up
Sipping syrup in this bitch so I might turn up
heat
Tweak these beats an make you jump out your seat Get em
Dip low wit my ken folk we blunted
Mean mug I don't give a fuck what nigga
Cross game
was good with the lies
Fuck on your bitch and I didn't even try
He ain't know bout the party got caught by surprise
We living fast we can't slow down
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
aim and I shoot Fire coming out the muzzle it's pointed at you
Win lab in the passenger seat keep on passing the Heat
Still ain't slipping the lid on my
Come on down, come on down
The sun shines bright in every town
This heat can put you underground
But the parties here are well renowned
Come on by
mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape
rock your world
The heat is on in the middle of the night
I'll be your shade if you'll be mine tonight
(Be mine, be mine)
Come a little closer girl
the shells receivers go missing
The way I it can't be fixed by positions
Play your position
Before I stop rapping start spitting
And you little bitches resting
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I could flying with them
Now your not here
Like the sun trough the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf
Do you do rap? (Uh Oh)
Ha ha ha (Uh Oh)
Do rap, yeah (Uh Oh)
Let's go, let's go (Uh Oh) Yeah
Once again, look at who, who's back
I keep bringing heat
Tell your sweet baby just to come on by
Gonna have yourself just a hell of a time
Wanna wreck the floor, wanna kiss her cheeks
She's a light
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
watch your back
You Better
Watch It watch your mouth
You don't wanna feel this heat
You don't know how to run these streets
No second chances
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