lirik lagu heat – sol jay
[chorus: sol jay]
you ain’t ready for sure
i mixed the faygo with four
i’m gucci down to the floor
say that she ready for more
no, you not ready for war
no, you not ready for war
and you not talking to me
i keep a glock on the seat
i keep the raf on my feet
i keep a rack in my jeans
no, you not ready for heat
no, you not ready for heat
[verse 1: sol jay]
if you talking on my name i gotta redrum
and she swear that we in love ’cause we in bed some
say she smarter than her friends but her head dumb
ya boy ain’t never movin’ but he said sumn’
baby i got lots of guala, she feelin’ up on my wallet
seducing me for some prada but i ain’t worried bout nada
i blow it and watch ’em burn, i’m doing from what i learned
making it how i earned, been waiting but it’s my turn
i know it’s my time
if you cross me you gon’ die
telling me these lies
boy you lucky you alive
[chorus: sol jay]
you ain’t ready for sure
i mixed the faygo with four
i’m gucci down to the floor
say that she ready for more
no, you not ready for war
no, you not ready for war
and you not talking to me
i keep a glock on the seat
i keep the raf on my feet
i keep a rack in my jeans
no, you not ready for heat
no, you not ready for heat
[verse 2: frankslastday]
i got a rack on my side so now she spendin’ the night
i heard you talkin’ on me, i give yo ass the big price
when we ask, you gonna lie
see, how the f*ck you gon’ lie?
now why you riskin’ yo life?
i guess you just want to die
see, i know what you heard but girl that sh*t ain’t no truth
i put yo ass in the dirt, don’t try to act like we cool
i’m sippin’ way too much lean, i got addicted to goop
i got these racks in my ksubis but girl just know i stay true, yeah
i want to write ya, i want to skype ya (yah, yah)
if he gon’ test me, call up sol ’cause that boy a sniper
and i’m ridin’ with my gang, feel like we some bikers
and you know i’m k!llin’ legends, i feel like the viper, yeah, ay
[verse 3: summrs]
she with me, we just left saks
we don’t need the receipt ’cause we ain’t takin’ it back
she my packrunner b*tch and that’s just a fact
i’m off of this perc and they hate how i act
i’ma hit you right back
me and weiland on the scene just like a cast
and the top drop slow but i drive this b*tch fast
i’m so stoned, feel like i’m in first class
don’t call my phone if you ain’t talkin’ cash
i’m alone, left my friends in the past
she give dome like she just left her class
[chorus: sol jay]
you ain’t ready for sure
i mixed the faygo with four
i’m gucci down to the floor
say that she ready for more
no, you not ready for war
no, you not ready for war
and you not talking to me
i keep a glock on the seat
i keep the raf on my feet
i keep a rack in my jeans
no, you not ready for heat
no, you not ready for heat
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