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heatwave - 1900mikemike lyrics

ayy, mr. f*cker, foe in a flea jay bounce out, we gon’ get him gone and hit the
freeway if i ain’t posted in the z’s, i’m in the dj’s
i can’t f*ck with this broke b*tch, she’s a cheapskate
ayy, baby, you know i’m bout to bag her, bout my cheesecake

i can’t f*ck with this n*gga, blood, we know he’s fake
it’s three k!llers in this whip, n*gga, that’s three snakes
we the ones who got the block hot, it’s a heatwave, z gang
ayy, a real block, baby, flame sh*t

we the ones who got it hot, baby, come post up in the hood
you ain’t been to the block lately, i’m bouncin’ out that
thang for the gangsta shots, brazyyy
ayy, and i ain’t f*ckin’ with the b*tch, she do not pay me

baby, a real stomp, down, she is not lazy
i don’t need the b*tch, cut her off, it do not faze me
baby, i’m in the deep end, you cannot save me
ayy, mr. f*cker, a foe and a flea jay

bounce out, we gon’ get him gone then hit the freeway
if i ain’t posted in the z’s, i’m in the dj’s
i can’t f*ck with this broke b*tch, she’s a cheapskate
baby, you know i’m bout to bag her, bout my cheesecake

i can’t f*ck with this n*gga, blood, we know he’s fake
it’s three k!llas in this whip, n*gga, that’s three snakes
we the ones who got the block hot, they say he wave, z gang
ayy, do you love me like you say you do
if i say that p*ssy, mine, i ain’t gon’ play with you
cause, baby, if you ain’t got no hustle, i can’t lay with you
i just dropped on that g to bust a date or two
ayy, they kno who sendin’ shots

i be with my n*ggas from the ms, we bendin bloccs
i done went to jail, came back home, that’s a cold case
if i catch a g.i.a., i’ma stump out his face
ever since that fat boy told, they been m.i.a

kick the b*tch out for sayin’ i don’t do sh*t
rather do the job by myself, i don’t like the split
ayy, i don’t like the b*tch, i’m from the z’s
we gon’ f*ck with fleas

everybody think they top hat with a tatted trophies
when i see you, boy, you better run, you know what’s up with me
when it’s time to meet the judge, i don’t wanna hear no please
if she really bought a chip, then she gon’ bring it in

got a whisper in your ear like you her only man
say you gettin’ money? okay, then, let me see your band
if i ever put that in, hun, you know we locked in
b*tch so bad, speak no english, she from mexico

b*tch, you not bout a bag, huh, you the messy ho
pop a perk, i hope it help me
i just f*cked a b*tch, went to the run, she wanna k!ll me
pop a perk, i hope it help me
i just f*cked a b*tch, went to the run, she wanna k!ll me
pop a perk, i hope it help me
i just f*cked a b*tch, went to the run, she wanna k!ll me

- 1900mikemike lyrics

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