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rakz & live'o - too much heat lyrics

[intro: rakz]
mic’ check, mic’ check
senseii
a33

stepped on the street with too much heat that i don’t even know what to write
got so much gyal droppin’ down to the knees that i don’t even know what’s my type
in ot, had nowhere to sleep
look like man’s stuck on this sofa tonight
yo
[chorus: rakz & live’o]
stepped on the street with too much heat that i don’t even know what to write
i got so much gyal droppin’ down to the knees that i don’t even know what’s my type
in ot, had nowhere to sleep
look like man’s stuck on this sofa tonight
the bando stinks and i barely can breathe
if i don’t wake up then it’s over tonight
stepped+steppеd+stepped on the street with too much hеat, but i don’t even know what to write
i got so much gyal droppin’ down to the knees that i don’t even know what’s my type
in ot, had nowhere to sleep
look like man’s stuck on this sofa tonight (ayy, look)
the bando stinks and i barely can breathe (look)
if i don’t wake up then it’s over tonight (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: live’o]
i+i+i, i done how much years on the landin’
you ain’t never slept with your trainers on
‘cah in the mornin’, gotta crash with the gangnem
i never had to cover that flap
gotta put it in a spot, raw check got me mashin’
i did all of that works for fun, now, i’m out fresh home
yeah, i want a new ‘matic
yeah, i want a new ‘matic
his fuse went out when he bust into gang
now, he scream, “charged up”, swear down, that’s a mad ting
how you get done? now, you on the net cappin’
’round here, we call that a mad ting, sad ting
how you step out the can then jump in a royce?
baby, that’s a life for savage
mis+mis+mister make it happen when it comes to oppers and bangin’
[verse 2: rakz]
a dusty 5+0 try do me dirty
i rip me an .8, but i feel like a .30
i was on servery, chillin’ with s
and the gov showed love ‘cah they know that i’m certi
h+lla cases, man, they really tried bird me
sh+t then, f+ck, had to call my attourney
h+lla cases, man, they really tried bird me
sh+t then, f+ck, had to call my attourney
if you’re talkin’ ’bout rakz then you’re talkin’ the best out
big rambo coulda took a man’s chest out
just see feds, oh sh+t, man s’d out
them man just talk on my name just to get clout
you can’t tell me ’bout road man, get ’bout
you can’t tell me ’bout flingin’ these z’s out
i was ot, really sh+ttin’ these pebs out
’til i heard the feds say, “you’re under arrest, now”

[chorus: rakz]
stepped on the street with too much heat that i don’t even know what to write
i got so much gyal droppin’ down to the knees that i don’t even know what’s my type
in ot, had nowhere to sleep
look like man’s stuck on this sofa tonight
the bando stinks and i barely can breathe
if i don’t wake up then it’s over tonight
stepped on the street with too much heat that i don’t even know what to write
i got so much gyal droppin’ down to the knees that i don’t even know what’s my type
in ot, had nowhere to sleep
look like man’s stuck on this sofa tonight
the bando stinks and i barely can breathe
if i don’t wake up then it’s over tonight
[verse 2: rakz & live’o]
i tried go not guilty, but got found guilty because of a filthy snitch
on trial every day, was a guilty trip
come like the jewelry didn’t feel this sh+t
got a big sentence like i k!lled some sh+t (glee, glee, glee)
but lucky my man still alive though
lucky that you only got splashed like lido
otherwise you would’ve got dead like shiro
and free y+and free yp, my bro nearly done him a ten
i got recalled for no reason
then i touched road then they done it again
my broski just touched road, i went back in
the same week, man, they got him again
i’m tryna be in a shoe, but now, i’m on the run ’cause the feds been buggin’ again (look, look)

[verse 3: live’o]
they don’t pop out like polo g
don’t get popped out out your polo g
he got 16 ‘cah he glide in glee
man just went ’round in a violent spree
man carve out your chest or sky your g
rip a man like beyblade
corn just make a man dance like nae nae
i+i+i, i caught man on a lay+lay
try stand up and i made them sit
numerous pots been whipped
free biz, got nicked ‘cah they pr+cked our spliff
i did a man up with my fl!cks
i’ll need no 15 inch
i did road with a pole of worms
i swear down, i won’t go into fish

- rakz liveo lyrics

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