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li heat - scat lyrics

scat lyrics
[intro: li heat]
gang, gang, let’s go (kel on the track)
hey
ar+1 in this b+tch with me right now and i’m cl!ckin’ up two glizzies
gang
ayy, skrrt, skrrt, gang, let’s go

[chorus: lil heat & big bratt]
i take shots, no liquor
thinkin’ it’s fourth, she don’t wanna f+ck, i kick her
loving that ho, she got bodies like hitler
i’m in the field with stripes, no tigger
i’m in field with stripes, no official
how i take sh+t, think i need tissue
f+ck shooting my shot, i’m sending a missile
i’m off these perkys, you know i’ma k!ll her
break him and f+ck like i miss him
he eat the p+ssy in back of the sprinter
left his lil’ b+tch and come f+ck with a winner
1k on some jeans, i amiri my denim
can’t f+ck on that n+gga ’cause hе is an opp
we in the club, know i’m holding his glock
pull up trackhawk, that’s a whole hundrеd shots
summertime, super fine, hop straight in the drop

[verse 1: li heat]
ayy, gang, she let me play with that cat in the scat’
i’m number one, know i keep me a mac
ayy, the glizzy was empty, i tossed it to bratt
fill that b+tch up and just give it right back
ayy, scope on the stick, i’ma shoot from the three
she tryna f+ck on me
she tryna f+ck on li heat
she tryna f+ck ’cause i bang double g
[verse 2: big bratt]
i let him play the cat in the scat’
grab on them tracks when he hit from the back
set up his opps, he gon’ take off they head
got the glock in my bag while we shopping at saks
better watch who you send, ’cause he won’t make it back
send me to cali, gon’ bring back the packs
reach out to deno, he spending them racks
know i’m sliding with heat like he cody, i’m zack

[verse 3: li heat]
i’m getting top while i cut up in traffic
i shoot the glock like i play for the mavericks
hit from the back, she be calling me daddy
dig in her stomach, break her down, no fraction
ayy, glock matte black, how the f+ck is i’m tacky?
i keep my pole, i’m never lacking
two nines on me, i’m warren sapp+in’
boss on the bag, if i hit, it get tragic

[chorus: lil heat & big bratt]
i take shots, no liquor
thinkin’ it’s fourth, she don’t wanna f+ck, i kick her
loving that ho, she got bodies like hitler
i’m in the field with stripes, no tigger
i’m in field with stripes, no official
how i take sh+t, think i need tissue
f+ck shooting my shot, i’m sending a missile
i’m off these perkys, you know i’ma k!ll her
break him and f+ck like i miss him
he eat the p+ssy in back of the sprinter
left his lil’ b+tch and come f+ck with a winner
1k on some jeans, i amiri my denim
can’t f+ck on that n+gga ’cause he is an opp
we in the club, know i’m holding his glock
pull up trackhawk, that’s a whole hundred shots
summertime, super fine, hop straight in the drop

- li heat lyrics

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