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letra de heat - manifest music group

[intro: kodak black]
uh
tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
tag-team me
finesse, two of ’em (x.o. think he all that)
hey

[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[verse 1: kodak black]
i’m in the cut, fifty deep
take over n-ggas’ cities, send ‘em a cease and desist
send a chopper up in your hood to bring the k!llers to me
make sure that young n-ggas eat, then i have ‘em standin’ for me (?)
yeah, this sh-t really easy
i solve a n-gga with my same [unclear]
lil b-tch static on my vibe, off ain’t matchin’ my frequenc’ (?)
around my way, i’m really top dog, the lame won’t believe this sh-t (?)
i’m on the ugly corner right now, but ain’t nothin’ bout me hideous
they say they all on the s o team, and tryouts ain’t recent (?)
i saw that babe, i f-cked her mouth, but now i’m countin’ her previous (?)
my youngin runnin’ guns, takin’ trips to savannah
lamar says “get the ball”, and shot the n-gga on camera (?)
throw it back, i’ll make it rain, yeah
i’m the center (?)
four bodies in the same year, the first of december (?)
all these n-ggas screamin’ gang sh-t, we do a lil’ there (?)
everybody with me are the same, ‘til we pop off, whatever (?)
and the youngin got the young n-gga jumpin’ through hundreds (?)
everybody poppin’ checks, poppin’ ‘nics, poppin’ them pizzils
yuh, lay back in the maybach, it’s just me and the members
free my n-gga, flippa manhunt, b-tch i remember (?)
[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[verse 2: lil jairmy]
[unclear] n-gga run this sh-t, don’t call me by my government
bought 200 bows for the low and i ain’t frontin’ sh-t (?)
might pull up in a cullinan, i just went and bought another stick
i know these n-ggas ain’t act right, i saw kendrick cum in it
my load be so heavy, it’s gigantic when i get it
my shooter so satanic, he a vansion on them mensch (?)
i done under shot a 6, we be thuggin’ n-ggas b-tch (?)
i made millions in these trenches, murder, murder, ammunition
(unclear) on the floor, these n-ggas gettin’ stepped over
trustin’ all these hoes, she slept alone the last time she slept over (?)
once you drop that check, i’ll get your list and put an x on it (?)
they got beef with double g, and that’s your people you need to check on (?)
they don’t like to see you eat, these n-ggas’ll get to wishin’ death on you
i ain’t gotta hire no k!ller, i f-ck around and send myself on you
when you speak up on my n-gga name make sure you put respect on it
i’m on the east side with my heat, we run the streets from here to they corner
[unclear] lot of real k!llers, you ain’t one of ‘em
i know plenty freaks, i never sleep with none of ‘em
switches on these pistols, fifty shots, and they ain’t want none
my shooter twenty racks ahead, he bring a six you n-ggas undone (?)
[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat
i’m out on the front street
too late to squash the beef
there’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece
you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

- manifest music group

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