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charlie heat - heat كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jace]
yeah, uh
he’s heating up
okay, huh
yeah, woo

[chorus: jace]
i’m in this b_tch with the heat
lame n_gga give me the creeps
uh, don’t f_ck with her man ’cause he cheap
yeah, that why she f_ckin’ with me
wait, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
she wanna f_ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave
yeah, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
both of my wrists are on freeze
my n_ggas, they still in the streets
uh, but i’m in this b_tch with the heat

[verse 1: jace]
came in this b_tch with the fire
she say he eat me alive
i’m poppin’ like oil in the fryer
my weed is as loud as a choir
the drip can’t be bought, it’s acquired
shh, hol’ up, quiet
heard he was talkin’ ’bout gang
told him: “don’t think you should try it”
my b_tch vegan and she on a diet
but she want the meat and i gotta provide it
i got the heat and i gotta supply it
say he want beef, well, do you want fries?
i’m bad, baby, catch me outside
i’m rad, baby, ready to ride
you got nine for that glock and got out in a week
d_mn, dawg, you told on your guys
couldn’t be me, man, i’m solid
my diamond is flawless, you know that i bought it, yeah
i’m at “her mes,” she said it’s hermès
i said: “b_tch, shut up, i don’t know what to call it,” but i know
[chorus: jace]
i’m in this b_tch with the heat
lame n_gga give me the creeps (uh)
uh, don’t f_ck with her man ’cause he cheap (yeah)
yeah, that why she f_ckin’ with me (where?)
wait, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
she wanna f_ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave

[verse 2: jace]
someone put the fire marshall in speed dial
nah, that ain’t my b_tch, she a rebound
nah, i ain’t write this sh_t, it’s a freestyle
still gettin’ paid every time i hit the beat now
yeah, he right on me in the summer
i f_cked his b_tch in a hummer
he picked her up in a honda
i know that sh_t was a rumble
hot boy sh_t and i’m feelin’ like turk
real boss, baby, i’ma give you that work
gotta check for me, i be eatin’ that first
turn your homie to a clothing line, put him on a shirt
give a hoe chills, then put her in a fur
k!ll the f_ckin’ beat then i put it in a he_rs_
f_ck a opp baby mama, then i put it in a verse
brought the heat in this b_tch and i put it in her purse
[chorus: jace]
yeah, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
lame n_gga give me the creeps (uh)
uh, don’t f_ck with her man ’cause he cheap (yeah)
yeah, that why she f_ckin’ with me (where?)
wait, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
she wanna f_ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave
yeah, i’m in this b_tch with the heat
both of my wrists are on freeze
my n_ggas, they still in the streets
uh, but i’m in this b_tch with the heat
i’m in this b_tch with the heat
lame n_gga give me the creeps
uh, don’t f_ck with her man ’cause he cheap
yeah, that why she f_ckin’ with me

- charlie heat

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