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lirik lagu heat check – ek daooter

[verse one: ek daooter]
throw five, throw ten, n*gga i’m throwin’ thirty
bro slidin, start shootin’ like curry
that b*tch wanna f*ck but she can’t cos she dirty
never the type to do drills off a yerky
pop out the cut wit’ my knocker get st*rdy
bullets punch him, his vision get blurry
think that i’m lackin, ain’t showin’ no mercy
hollows is hot, [?] his jersey

big ebk when i step in the spot, new opp in the air b*tch we smokin’ on naz
yell don’t run, don’t run, don’t what?
sh*lls beating his face, leave his [?] with stars
i’m too tac wit’ this sh*t, tell bro spin back keep clappin’ his sh*t
don’t try to slide cos we clappin’ dat whip
and if she tryna line den we packin’ a b*tch
[verse two: baby jay]
since its 5th to the sev they can both die
[?] wе spin in a low ride
tell brodie park up cos it’s go timе
[?] show time
the b*tch [?] give me hoe vibes
the n*gga you be with a b*tch and he don’t slide
told sitchy pop out wit’ the .45
you know he a demon, we blitzin’ from both sides

[verse three: sitchy vato]
once i hop out the whip imma blow mine
baby jay wit’ me, you know that it’s go time
hollow tips they get stuffed in a .45
b*tch i’ve been st*rdy with chops since like 09
it’s daooter and sitchy, they better not play
we gon’ slide where they stay, [?]
if he draggin’ his knuckles, get shot in his face
i got 62 ways in my maybach, let’s race

[verse four: ek daooter]
beam on the knocker like this sh*t the navy
he get shot if he totin’ on stacy
i’m in the paint ballin’ like mcgrady
and i dare a n*gga try to play me
and i’m back on the block rollin’ [?]
[?] to hot, he been fiendin’ to cl!ck
slidin through vyse and your whip gettin’ swissed
everythingk got the [?]
[verse five: baby jay, sitchy vato]
the ooters back home so you know that it’s lit
spin the block send em shots tryna catch us a rip
mr. readytoboom, i don’t care who you with
[?] the balla wit’ me and he itchin’ to cl!ck
big trey five seven that sitchy a smith
keep that sh*t on my hip like that sh*t is legit
fell in love wit’ the kick, smokin’ shh out the zip
mix him up with the [?], smoke him down wit’ [?]

[verse seven: ek daooter, baby jay, sitchy vato]
big knock on my hip, dare a n*gga to slip
move wock, get shot anybody get hit
n*gga called him an uber, we send him a lyft
we gon [?] and send him to rip
we gon’ pack him and clap him right next to his b*tch
i ain’t leavin’ the scene til that lil n*gga stiff

[verse ten: ek daooter, sitchy vato, baby jay]
mr. nowheretorun
mr. upitandcl!ck
mr. readytoboom
we go dumb on they strip

[outro: ek daooter]
f*ck jayrip
f*ck naz
f*ck mezzy
f*ck everybody n*gga

- ek daooter

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