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lirik lagu heatwave – really khalil

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they ain’t ready

i’m livin’ my dreams and they lucid (woo, ouu, ouu)
im bossin’ up, massachusetts (woah!)
n*ggas tryna use the same blueprint
you move funny, faker than a cartoon is (uh uh)
woosah!
new sh*t
pop, pop
new fit (pop, pop!)
drip on cupid
i’m it
i’m too lit! (lit!)
yeah, i can drive. i can’t break (err!)
it’s all in my eyes, i can’t fake (ouu)
i ride wit gorillas. call me tarzan
we all get a piece of the plate (piece of the plate)
rk wit the ak
fifty*five shots of that ciroc
i cut that onion booty. made me tear up
she was talkin’ sh*t. told her keep talkin’
she a bad b*tch. i call her harley quinn
she wet the hairs on my chinny chin
her heart was empty so i filled it in
we get the money, then we get it in (woah, oh, oh) (in!)
i*i been down to earth all my life
im tryna go to sp*ce
yeah, yeah, yeah (woah, oh, oh)
you need a lining, ‘cause your sh*t is trash
hey. hey. yeah, yeah, yeah (woah, oh, oh, oh)
no, they can’t surf on my heatwave
i only write what the beat say
my ex want a replay, back when she had a key made (woah, oh, oh, oh)
back when i had a boosie fade, i was goin’ through deep pain
i was tryna make cheap change (woo)
now, pockets on inflate
no, i don’t do this for fun
easily, the money comes
multiple income ‘cause one is way too close to none (woah, oh, oh, oh)
lovin’ life. no suicide
but she put lips on my gun (woah, oh, oh, oh)
glad i don’t do this alone
‘nuff of that bullsh*t. we on (we on!)

oou sh*t! heatwave, wavy, wavy, wavy. ah! (oh, oh, oh)
ouu sh*t! big drip. don’t slip in the gravy. ah! (drip! drip!)
ouu sh*t! we paid. pay me. pay me. pay me. ah!
ouu sh*t! she slay. slay it! slay it! slay it!

(wzrdblvk)
yeah, i just left from the bank. huh
yeah, i just doubled my rank. huh (woah!)
half of these n*ggas, they fake. huh (huh?)
ones that i roll wit’, they ain’t. huh
made what i made in a week on my day off (yeah! huh?)
i know you ain’t talkin’ to me. your tone way off!
look how i’m bubblin’ (yeah, woo)
look how i’m poppin’
the profit i’m doublin’
and h*ll if it’s droppin’
made a decision
and f*ck if i’m stoppin’
these n*ggas don’t listen
i’m changin’ the topic
some of these b*tches be really annoyin’ (woo, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu)
if you want quiet, go take her ass shoppin’, yeah
told her i cannot pull up ‘cause i’m tourin’, yeah
way too hot. i can make a whole pocket
you be the plug
i’ll be the socket
countin’ my blessings and you cannot block it, yeah
livin’ out life too close to the edge
but i love my life so it ain’t no jumpin’
wanna be my wife, gotta hold my meds when the heat come down
and you better not dump it, nah
they see the rocket takin’ off!
look at that hard work payin’ off!
yeah! huh!
no, they can’t surf on my heatwave
i only write what the beat say
my ex want a replay, back when she had a key made
back when i had a boosie fade, i was goin’ through deep pain
i was tryna make cheap change
now, pockets on inflate (woo)
no, i don’t do this for fun
easily, the money comes
multiple income ‘cause one is way too close to none (woah, oh, oh, oh)
lovin’ life. no suicide
but she put lips on my gun (woah, oh, oh, oh)
glad i don’t do this alone
‘nuff of that bullsh*t. we on (we on!)

oou sh*t! heatwave, wavy, wavy, wavy. ah! (oh, oh, oh)
ouu sh*t! big drip. don’t slip in the gravy. ah! (drip! drip!)
ouu sh*t! we paid. pay me. pay me. pay me. ah!
ouu sh*t! she slay. slay it! slay it! slay it! (woah, oh, oh, oh)

my life delightful as f*ck ‘cause i’m b*tter and i’m on a roll
these n*ggas spiteful as f*ck. they want me to cut my own throat (woo, ouu, ouu, ouu)
it’s ‘cause they ain’t doin’ enough ‘cause to them we be doin’ the most
you cannot see what i see ‘cause your tertiary vision is closed. yeah, huh
yeah
like martin, behind me is pain. i been legit since a jit. takin’ pics wit’ muhammad ali
yeah, yeah (woah, oh, oh)
from up here i’m bringin’ the rain. i been legit since a jit. i been wit’ the sh*ts. i ain’ t even gotta eat
nah, nah (nah, nah, ah, ah)
radio play in ukraine. (woo, ouu, ouu)
i know you finna be sick when you see i got big and your b*tch want me all in her playlist. oh (all in your playlist!)
look at what the f*ck i became. i had to lose everything that i gained just to get it all back. so chill wit’ that hatin’ sh*t. oh (chill wit’ that hatin’ sh*t!)
yeah
oh

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