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letra de heat - ownlane cj

[intro: ownlane cj]
yeah
ownlane
uh-huh
aye

[verse 1: ownlane cj]
triple s balenciaga, kicks kinda heavy
nine for the shoes and the belt cost a [?]
n-gga ran off with five hundred, that was kinda petty
call my n-gga carl, told him [?] box [?]

[verse 2: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz
they saying, “tron and cj should’ve dropped already”
at ocean prime, ask the waiter, “is the lobster ready?”
jacks out the ass, swear to god that these boxes heavy
call my shooter [?] if he pull up then he dropping twenty

[verse 3: ownlane cj]
i been running up a check, i been counting plenty
i’ma move my people out the crib and i’ma drop a bеntley
told my teacher i ain’t want a f unlеss i’m rocking fendi
how you popping out with the hoes and they got a penny?
b-tch ass fat, p-ssy good, hit it two times
n-ggas really poor, probably can’t afford my stu’ time
real [?] hit a light dub, pay for two lines
n-gga f-ck around and get blew for playing two sides
[verse 4: babytron]
two times, i mean three when i’m jamming up
extended mag with the beam, this b-tch pack a punch
hit the booth and talk wet, you can call me “captain crunch”
you gon’ have to be good at math, tryna add me up
punch god, you can’t guard [?] me
think about the money sleep, wasn’t counting sheep
you gon’ f-ck around and meet god, f-ck around with me
nah, that ain’t a dinosaur, b-tch, i’m flying down yo street

[verse 5: ownlane cj]
ain’t going back and forth on the ’gram, n-gga, we can meet
baby [?] cj on the track, that’s [?]
these thousand dollar christian loubs, n-gga, watch yo feet
don’t really f-ck with n-ggas so i’m taxing if you want a feat

[verse 6: babytron]
work so fire, i made ten off the second piece
walk in the store with good combos like it’s tekken 3
demons locked in, that’s yo ass if i let ’em free
running up a check, told karma she ain’t catching me

[verse 7: ownlane cj]
glock with a .30, no, ain’t no n-ggas stressing me
n-ggas want the sauce, tell they ass i got some sesame
feeling like krabs, n-ggas cannot get the recipe
most ain’t a hundred, better choose yo friends carefully
[verse 8: babytron]
got a bad temper, hit the stores aggressively
i am not the rock, up the mag, tryna wrestle me
creased forces? h-ll nah, you can’t step with me
it’s a dirty game, ain’t n0body calling penalties

[verse 9: ownlane cj & babytron]
i’ll never snitch, tell they p-ssy-ass sentence me
talking ’bout the hottest in the city? gotta mention me
i was down bad and came up, it was meant to be
three pointer plus a slam dunk is what i spent for these

[outro: ownlane cj & babytron]
tell ’em sentence me
it was meant to be
better mention me
is what i spent for these

- ownlane cj

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