Heat of the Night (Explicit)-Styles P

Heat of the Night (Explicit)

歌手:Styles P

时间:2018-04-20

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Ghost Violence it's that other kinda s**t

This is mine right here n***a haha oh yeah

You thought the world was safe

Homicide goon with s**t bags triple n***as

I don't give a f**k when Police get dispatched

Wicked n***a you can hear me laugh when the click clack

Look at me you can see me smile when the kickback

Before rap ask where my gun and my clip at

Got my hands on it then I ask where the strip at

N***as got coke then I ask where the bricks at

Next rapper that lies the next rapper I'll click at

Bullet holes in your Louis clothes

Get wrapped the f**k up like a sushi roll

Soft n***as get wet like the coochie hole

Cootie n***a put my gun on goofy though

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold

Cold cold

Cold cold

My gun burn n***as like the way y'all burn Cali w**d

Or the way a fat burner burns calories

F**k a treadmill my 9 mil's the deadmill

You can f**k around and get your head spill

F**k around

Or your guts dropped

You a goon now I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop

F**k around and get your

Had a B***h on the floor like a dust mop

Still gettin' money in the spot

Cut you in the face with the blade we used to cutthroat

Hunnid shot tommy gun about to make the buck pop

Shotguns next you hit with the buckshots

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold

Cold cold

Cold cold

Flyin' without a cape right I ain't on a safe flight

Underworld turn into a Lycan in the late night

Flyin' through the city in a no brake lights

Beamer on Nina on probably got Tina on

I can't stand the rain or the pain

N***a sipping on drain for flippin' c*****e

But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' off lanes

Sipping champagne and you trickin' on dames

When you go to Hell and you sittin' on flames

Type of s**t I think about sittin' on planes

First class if I crash s**t'll all change

All I do is get high 'cause s**t is all strange

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold

Cold cold

Cold cold

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