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ysr gramz & yn jay - where the heat go كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ysr gramz & yn jay]
i’m just ridin’ through the city just on two ‘bows
forty bands on me, i used to share clothes
can’t put my trust in no b_tch, she gon’ always fold
you better cut that broke sh_t out, that sh_t gettin’ old
i stopped wearin’ h_llstar, that sh_t gettin’ old
n_ggas stopped ballin’, go broke like derrick rose
denim tears on, these is not jabos
paid twelve for these shoes, could’ve bought a ‘bow
i be shippin’ green boxes, gettin’ ’em to the o
i hate when a b_tch lie like she not a ho
i keep a big_ass gun everywhere i go
i think chief keef did our chains ’cause our sh_t glow
we was fourteen years old, puttin’ ’em on the floor
they know we on the l every day and gotta drop our load
a n_gga really tryna start beef if you pop his ho
i already made a f_ckin’ hundred k, but i want some more (ah)
like that white boy rick, he is not gon’ blow (yeah)

[verse 2: yn jay]
i had to go to miami ’cause it’s gettin’ old
i put some ice on my watch, now my wrist cold
ayy, my b_tch thirty_seven, do that mean she old?
my n_gga finally grew up, he used to kick doors
d_mn, my b_tch cold
why you pull up with a deuce? you know we sip fours
i know that b_tch sniff coke, she got a big nose
she got a big head
b_tch, this a california king, i got a big bed
ain’t no more wock’ in the city, that’s why i sip red
we caught him lackin’ with the ho, that’s how the b_tch dead
i’m runnin’ up real millions, i got rich legs (ayy)
you a sh_tty_ass boy, you need to wash your ass
big crib, it take an hour to cut my mama grass (yeah, ayy)
you a walkin’ talk_over, that was not your bag
ayy, where your heat go?
fans been waitin’ on me to drop like where the beat go?
b_tch playin’ musical chairs, where the seat go?
it’s cold as h_ll in your crib like where the heat go?
i’m lookin’ for my brother man, where aylee go?
i’m lookin’ for andrew brother, where ad go?
they wonder why they can’t stop me, i’m in beast mode
i bought this b_tch some don juli’, she want titos
i put my mans on your ho, she want me, though
i’m out here ridin’ with my dog, there go chico
i took don on a trip like starlito
b_tch lied, said she a libra, she a leo
free bro, they tried to hit him with the rico
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
bro turned off the beam like chico
i’m lookin’ for the money, tryna find it like nemo
old cute broke b_tch, you a cheap ho
you a chatty_ass n_gga like neo
(free drich, driveway in chemo)

- ysr gramz yn jay

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