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negroic - heata lyrics

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(verse one)
(negroic)

negroic comin in hot i’m finna hop up on this track
when you see dc come in he tote that motherf-ckin gat
if you talk that sh-t then say it to my face and not my back
cause negroic came in with the m-th-rf-ckin strap

okay lets get it
i got that 45 and i got that 50
and as soon as they heard “i hit l!cks” they knew not to f-ck with me
lets get trippy
i got shrooms, c0ke, weed, and pills
enough codeine to get you filled
but you try to rob me you gon get yo self k!lled

now lets be real

money stack high like a mountain
countin these bricks but i ain’t an accountant
these f-ckboys talk but they really ain’t bout it
imma let the chop spray like a muf-ckin fountain
pull the weed out and they all gather round it
i stay fly like planes these other boys grounded
smoke a few l’s now my vision is clouded
i move bricks boy, i don’t know ounces

ask me who sellin’
thats negroic he a muf-ckin felon
i rep ragsdale if you don’t you jealous
well teach a cowboy a muf-ckin lesson
that smith and wesson extended clips
me and d-savage gon hit that l!ck
run in yo house take ya sh-t real quick
and last but not least we gon f-ck ya b-tch

now lets get it

(chorus)

d-mn i got that heata
d-mn i got that heata
if you f-ck with me or dc you gon see i got that heata (x4)

(verse two)
(negroic)

yeah i told you it’s negroic but this time i ain’t alone
when i was writing this my boy d-savage called me on the phone
now you know that we be steady whipping cocaine in the kitchen
we be cooking up bricks while we cooking up lyrics

(d-savage)

quit rapping for 9 months and got called up for a feature
speak the truth all day, they call me sunday preacher
hunnit bricks and kilos
i got lots of heat bro
chopper with the 38, hit you in your feet ho

f-ck southwest the anthem
sn-tch ya mom for ransom
i got lots of diamonds
with a private island
trophies all around you can tell i won the heisman

found your mom, kidnapped her using f-cking white page
gold chain on me look like a d-mn ice age
find me in grandover playing golf like a white kid
take my verses and sell them really high that’s a high bid

all we wear is louie, prada, fendi
f-ck around red dot on your head like a bindi
codeine all around so you know we stay trippy
negroic keep the drugs, i move the bricks
three hundred sixty-five 24/7 we hit l!cks

(chorus)

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