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lirik lagu m.i.a. (3 heats) – the game


“m.i.a. (3 heats)”

[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n*gg* try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n*gg* m.i.a.

[verse 1:]
swear a n*gg* stunting but i do this every day.
had them hoes bouncing on my d*ck like a chevrolet.
put on for my city n*gg* city on my face.
and i’m ‘bout to throw a party.
tell diddy send a case.
f*ck a square n*gg* i say it to his face.
rat n*gg*s quick to tell like a snitch n*gg* race.
my n*gg* frank told me take your time baking cakes.
gotta get to the money at a indiana pace.
n*gg* say they gon’ rob me.
b*tch you can miss me.
stay strapped up like i’m 51, 50.
more gauge than the motherf*cking pitcher.
get your *ss smoked like a swisha.

[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n*gg* try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n*gg* m.i.a.

[verse 2:]
in that metal, where you headed n*gg*?
to the f*cking gun range.
f*ck the paper n*gg*, shoot the whole f*cking gun range.
yelling out to cops soowoo here i come wayne.
bail only 100 thousand, n*gg* that’s your change.
back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
got a bentley and a phantom bet this b*tch don’t rub.
when you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
just turned 30 so i can’t be from young money.
it’s young money and it’s your money.
n*gg*s from the group then there’s n*gg*s wit your money.
hating on a real n*gg* cos he old and you not.
cut his hair, got some tats now he think he tupac.
n*gg* pulled up at the club tryna floss.
boy done grew a beard now he think he rick ross.
say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
how the f*ck you gon’ get a chicken off.

[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n*gg* try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n*gg* m.i.a.

[verse 3:]
n*gg* sold 10 million now they say i’m hollywood.
if i sell 10 more, sh*t i prolly would.
i done drove every car, i done sold every drug.
f*cked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
hoes tryna give me pills b*tch i ain’t into drugs.
coconut ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
paint the phantom all red call that b*tch derrick rose.
in and out of lanes, 24s insane.
just to think i got this far from selling cocaine.
i’m a stand up n*gg* get your grands up n*gg*.
take your *ss to staples get your rubber bands up n*gg*.
made all this f*cking money what the f*ck i’m gon’ cop now.
i don’t know but i’m coming through wit the top down.
too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
one more and i’ma catch up to tha carter.

[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n*gg* try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n*gg* m.i.a.


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