lirik lagu flatline/heat – lv8r
[this that new sh*t!]
get the f*ck outta my face
get the f*ck outta my face
get the f*ck outta my face
get the f*ck outta my face
[lv8r, run it up]
yeah yeah
run up a bag with the gang yeah
run up a bag with the gang yeah
i got children walking round wit choppas
boy you built like a penguin you stay with them coppers
catch me sipping on that henny i’ll off ya
i’m taking ya b*tch, she take off her knockers
had a bad b*tch she played with my heart
i guess i’m a m*s*ch*st, i didn’t stop her
just like a foreign whip i’m gonna start her
bad little b*tch play with b*lls she a starter
dropping the bag on the drop woking hardеr
that boy a f*g he won’t come out like cartеr
just like zeus get you zapped if you think that you harder
if i die, if i die yeah i become a martyr
triple seven i feel like these days getting harder
stuck in this hole and i’m tryna get out
tuckin’ my pole if i’m tryna go out
one in the head if you wanna just pout
i’m bustin’ i’m shootin’ cause you wanna shout
i’m finna just out these n*ggas all they want’s a shoutout
they wanna feature
boy get your money up i ain’t do nothing for free
i need a least 10 on the table if you tryna eat
and do not think that we not taxin’ for beats
this not no youtube n*gga!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring the heat!
i bring that fire that lead it be burnin’ ya eyes, ooh
i know that they tired of me, i told them shut they eye, woah
all these n*ggas so fake yeah they plotting on me, yeah they plot my demise, ooh
when i’m smoking this tree boy i feel so alive, i’m getting real high, ooh
boy i’m making that money, i’m making that bread, you could call it rye, uh
straight of the dome
i carry that chrome
ya b*tch wanna bone
i give her that bone
i give her the tongue
she gimme the tone
we get in the zone
when it comes to this music sh*t i make it know
when it comes to this kel*tech ya ass getting blown
oh the know i’m so high, i’m so fly like a drone
she dropping that ass like a tree drop a pine cone
hitting this hoe from the back got the b*tch switching timezones
[incoming transmission: all these n*ggas fake. i repeat; all these n*ggas fake]
yeah
run up a bag with the gang, yeah
run up a bag with the gang yeah
run up a bag with the gang yeah
run up a bag with the gang yeah
[and remember, stay safe—in outer sp*ce! (:]
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