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styles p - heat of the night lyrics

[intro: styles p]
ghost, violence, it’s that other kinda sh-t
this is mine right here n-gga, haha, oh yeah
(you thought the world was safe)

[verse 1: styles p]
homicide goon with sh-t bags, triple n-ggas
i don’t give a f-ck when police get dispatched
wicked n-gga, you can hear me laugh when the cl!ck-clack
look at me, you can see me smile when the kickback
before rap, ask where my gun and my clip at
got my hands on it, then i ask where the strip at
n-ggas got c0ke, then i ask where the bricks at
next rapper that lies, the next rapper i’ll cl!ck at
bullet holes in your louis clothes
get wrapped the f-ck up like a sushi roll
soft n-ggas get wet like the coochie hole
cootie n-gga put my gun on goofy though

[chorus: kody]
got my heat on my side and i’m gonna ride
trust me if you crossed that line, man, it’s over
in the heat of the night, man, i’m gonna ride
it get cold (cold, cold)
(cold, cold)

[verse 2: styles p]
my gun burn n-ggas like the way i burn cali weed
or the way a fat burner burns calories
f-ck a treadmill, my 9 mil’s the deadmill
you can f-ck around and get your head spilled (f-ck around)
or your guts dropped
you a goner, i’ma g that can play any corner like the bus stop
f-ck around and get your slug popped
had a b-tch on the floor like a dust mop
still gettin’ money in the dusk spot
cut you in the face with the blade we use to cut rock
hunnid shot tommy gun about to make the buck pop
shotgun next, you hit with the buckshots

[chorus: kody]
got my heat on my side and i’m gonna ride
trust me if you crossed that line, man, it’s over
in the heat of the night, man, i’m gonna ride
it get cold (cold, cold)
(cold, cold)

[verse 3: styles p]
flyin’ without a cape, right, i ain’t on a safe flight
underworld, turn into a lycan in the late night
flyin’ through the city in a seis, no brake lights
beamer on, nina on, probably got tina on
i can’t stand the rain or the pain
n-gga sippin’ on drain for flippin’ cocaine
but you smile when you smokin’ and you whippin’ all lanes
sippin’ champagne and you trickin’ on dames
when you go to h-ll, are you sittin’ on flames?
type of sh-t i think about sittin’ on planes
first cl-ss, if i crash, sh-t’ll all change
all i do is get high ’cause sh-t is all strange

[chorus: kody]
got my heat on my side and i’m gonna ride
trust me if you crossed that line, man, it’s over
in the heat of the night, man, i’m gonna ride
it get cold (cold, cold)
(cold, cold)

- styles p lyrics

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