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Heat
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Heat wurde am 10. Januar 2025 von Artist Partner Group, Inc als Teil des Albums Heat - Single veröffentlicht
10. Januar 2025
LabelArtist Partner Group, Inc
SpracheEnglish
BPM78
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Uh, brrt, brrt, yeah (CashMoneyAP, brrt, brrt, KIO)
Uh, uh, bitch, better learn how to (blow your heat, dumbass)
Uh, bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (blow your heat, dumbass)
Bitch better learn how to blow your heat (brrt, brrt)
Uh, big BabyChiefDoit, man, slatt (on bro, what up?)
I say, if I say we killin' you, ****, we killin' you, ain't no droppin' the beef (bitch, bitch)
One **** die, we keep shit pushin', it is what is is, no peace in the street (bitch, bitch)
They say, "Chief, drop a lil' more," I would, but a **** ain't got no beats (baow, baow, baow)
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat (bitch)
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (grraow)
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (bitch, grraow)
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat (bitch)
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (grraow)
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (grraow, grraow)
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat (bitch)
Uh, how many times do I gotta prove that I'm not a regular ****?
Tap that bitch once, hit you twice, you ain't never got hit with a binary trigger (grraow, baow, baow, baow)
That **** tall and could punch me through the wall, I bet that Draco bigger
Your ho cannot stop tryna touch my balls, somebody please come get her
YOLO, my life precious, that's why I cannot play games with **** (ah, ah, ah)
Solo, just me, Doggy, and Lil Mari, I don't hang with ****
Cut off the lil' **** fingers, we can't trust him, might put the blame on a ****
I hate a manly lady, I tried to say, "What's up?" and she banged on a **** (bitch-ass bitch, ah)
I say, if I say we killin' you, ****, we killin' you, ain't no droppin' the beef (bitch, bitch)
One **** die, we keep shit pushin', it is what is is, no peace in the street
They say, "Chief, drop a lil' more," I would, but a **** ain't got no beats
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat
Bitch, better learn how to blow your heat (bitch)
You got a gun for nothin', still gon' die, better learn how to blow your heat (grraow, grraow, okay)
Last time I toted a regular clip, that bitch fell down my jeans
If my gun by my ankle, how in the fuck I'ma clap my heat? (Grraow, grraow)
You in a SRT, better drive that bitch right before we knock the J off a jeep (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I don't wanna see know how, only ridin' in blacks, I'm tired of gettin' in speeds
Bitch my name B-A-B-Y-C-H-E-F-D-O-I-T
I ain't forget the I, the I is silent 'cause I'm that **** indeed (slatt, baow, baow)
Cuz like hittin' shit up all day, that lil' **** got him a need for speed (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You givin' the opps a pass, the fuck you mean? Them lil' boys need to bleed (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ah, slatt)
Written by: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Sr., Jayden Whittier-Jones, Kiowa Roukema
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