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the game - mia (3 heats) lyrics

[hook]
i keep three heats on me
.45, glock and a gauge
lebron james, chris bosh and d. wade
any n-gga try to stunt get sprayed
what happened to the body? n-gga, mia!

[verse 1]
swear a n-gga stuntin’, but i do this everyday
had them hoes bouncin’ on my d-ck like a chevrolet
put on for my city, n-gga city on my face
and i’m ’bout to throw a party, tell diddy send a case
f-ck a square n-gga, i’ll say it to his face
rap n-ggas quick to tell like it’s a snitch n-gga race
my n-gga frank told me, “take your time bakin’ cakes”
gotta get to the money at a indiana pace
n-gga said he gob’ rob me, b-tch you could miss me
stay strapped up like i’m 5150
mo’ k’s than the mothaf-ckin’ pitcher
get your -ss smoked like a swisher

[hook]
i keep three heats on me
.45, glock and a gauge
lebron james, chris bosh and d. wade
any n-gga try to stunt get sprayed
what happened to the body? n-gga, mia!

[verse 2]
in the mirror, “where you headed n-gga?” to the f-ckin’ gun range
f-ck the paper, n-gga shoot the whole f-ckin’ gun range
yellin’ at the cop car “soo-woo”, here i come wayne
bail only a hundred thousand, n-gga that’s chump change
back on deuces, front’s on dubs
bet a bentley and a phantom that this b-tch don’t run
when you worth twenty mill, you can shine when it’s sunny
just turned thirty, so i can’t be from young money
there’s young money and there’s young money
n-ggas from the crew then there’s n-gga with young money
hatin’ on a real n-gga cause he on and you not
cut your head, got some tats, now he think he 2pac
n-gga pull up at the club tryin’ to floss
boy done grew a beard now he think he rick ross
say he sellin’ birds can’t tell you what it costs
how the f-ck you gon’ get a chicken off

[hook]
i keep three heats on me
.45, glock and a gauge
lebron james, chris bosh and d. wade
any n-gga try to stunt get sprayed
what happened to the body? n-gga, mia!

[verse 3]
n-gga sold ten million now they say i’m hollywood
if i sold ten more, sh-t i probably would
i done drove every car, i done sold every drug
f-cked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club
hoes tryin’ to give me pills, b-tch i ain’t into drugs
coconut ciroc by the case, give me groupie love
grammy nominated, ain’t forgot about the stove
paint the phantom all red, call that b-tch derrick rose
in and out of lanes, 24’s insane
to think i got this far from sellin’ cocaine
i’m a stand up n-gga, get your grands up n-gga
take your -ss to staples, get your rubber bands up n-gga
made all this f-ckin’ money what the f-ck i’m gon’ cop now
i don’t know but i’m comin’ through with the top down
too much to live for my sons and my daughter
one more and i’ma take ’em to the carter

[hook]
i keep three heats on me
.45, glock and a gauge
lebron james, chris bosh and d. wade
any n-gga try to stunt get sprayed
what happened to the body? n-gga, mia!

- the game lyrics

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