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letra de heaven - premo rice

[verse 1]
what’s heaven for a mack?
a hundred b-tches that you coordinate
hit the strip and get the chips, make them afford the cake
wave ’em up, show them tits, bait ’em up
uh, they like n-gga is you movin’ weight or what
pure sound, do my rounds up in this shady town
p-ssy pound, i lay it down, i’m sick, i d-ck ’em brown
dapper on a b-tch, keep some gold up on my wrist like sh-t
game cold, give a bad dyk- b-tch my nightstick, nice fit
booted up, up in the place to be
lil shawty peep game, i think she feelin’ me
cup of hennesey guaranteed to have her on her knees suckin’
from the back f-ckin’, benefits no lovin’, no cuffin’
i’m the man, ain’t into all of that
i use a ho for what she worth and then i’m falling back
never stallin’ jack, best believe i never settle for less
i do this sh-t with ease, my steelo better than best
so cut the check man, this sh-t need to get played on the west
this that drop-top anthem for the summer i bet
i’m up next so tell your mans and them i’m coming correct
i’m holy water on the mic, b-tch i bless

uh
i get money, i f-ck b-tches (x4)
fly honeys and more money (x4)
[verse 2]
i do it for the hooligans
uh, my music gon’ make you move again
i got the sound to make your main hoe choose again
hopefully she choose to win, i got the purple dank with a lil juice and gin
add some goose and rem’
finna get right tonight
bag a couple big booty b-tches down on sight
they lookin’ tight, so you know my mack game on ice
i sold the dream before the team, i’m coach chuck with the pipe, rest in peace
i k!lled the p-ssy, kicked her out, i call it grief
got metaphors for all the wh0res and all the freaks
so i need my respect and b-tch don’t drag the mink vest

uh
i get money, i f-ck b-tches (x4)
fly honeys and more money (x4)

- premo rice

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