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charlie heat - heat lyrics

[intro: jace]
yeah, uh
he’s heating up
okay, huh
yeah, woo

[chorus: jace]
i’m in this b+tch with the heat
lame n+gga give me the creeps
uh, don’t f+ck with her man ’cause he cheap
yeah, that why she f+ckin’ with me
wait, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
she wanna f+ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave
yeah, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
both of my wrists are on freeze
my n+ggas, they still in the streets
uh, but i’m in this b+tch with the heat

[verse 1: jace]
came in this b+tch with the fire
she say he eat me alive
i’m poppin’ like oil in the fryer
my weed is as loud as a choir
the drip can’t be bought, it’s acquired
shh, hol’ up, quiet
heard he was talkin’ ’bout gang
told him: “don’t think you should try it”
my b+tch vegan and she on a diet
but she want the meat and i gotta provide it
i got the heat and i gotta supply it
say he want beef, well, do you want fries?
i’m bad, baby, catch me outside
i’m rad, baby, ready to ride
you got nine for that glock and got out in a week
d+mn, dawg, you told on your guys
couldn’t be me, man, i’m solid
my diamond is flawless, you know that i bought it, yeah
i’m at “her mes,” she said it’s hermès
i said: “b+tch, shut up, i don’t know what to call it,” but i know
[chorus: jace]
i’m in this b+tch with the heat
lame n+gga give me the creeps (uh)
uh, don’t f+ck with her man ’cause he cheap (yeah)
yeah, that why she f+ckin’ with me (where?)
wait, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
she wanna f+ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave

[verse 2: jace]
someone put the fire marshall in speed dial
nah, that ain’t my b+tch, she a rebound
nah, i ain’t write this sh+t, it’s a freestyle
still gettin’ paid every time i hit the beat now
yeah, he right on me in the summer
i f+cked his b+tch in a hummer
he picked her up in a honda
i know that sh+t was a rumble
hot boy sh+t and i’m feelin’ like turk
real boss, baby, i’ma give you that work
gotta check for me, i be eatin’ that first
turn your homie to a clothing line, put him on a shirt
give a hoe chills, then put her in a fur
k!ll the f+ckin’ beat then i put it in a he+rs+
f+ck a opp baby mama, then i put it in a verse
brought the heat in this b+tch and i put it in her purse
[chorus: jace]
yeah, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
lame n+gga give me the creeps (uh)
uh, don’t f+ck with her man ’cause he cheap (yeah)
yeah, that why she f+ckin’ with me (where?)
wait, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
she wanna f+ck me to sleep
i told her: “i’m countin’ this cheese”
but soon as she done, she should leave
yeah, i’m in this b+tch with the heat
both of my wrists are on freeze
my n+ggas, they still in the streets
uh, but i’m in this b+tch with the heat
i’m in this b+tch with the heat
lame n+gga give me the creeps
uh, don’t f+ck with her man ’cause he cheap
yeah, that why she f+ckin’ with me

- charlie heat lyrics

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