Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat, artist - Eminem. Album song Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Heat |
Lady you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit |
Cause you got an ass thick as them accents |
Two ass cheek implants, call that an asset |
'Cause you could stick a glass on it, it’s massive |
From the first time I saw you I actually said to myself, «I gotta meet her like |
a taxi» |
Exactly, love affair in the backseat |
Sorry if I’m being graphic, but I’m stiff as a statue |
You sat on a shelf, I feel like I’m a bust |
Maybe I’m just ahead of myself |
Let me slow down, slow your Camaro |
I’m tryna catch up, I’m tryna' jump your bones to the marrow |
Got me under your control and your spell |
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow |
Grab you by the (meow), hope it’s not a problem in fact |
About the only fact I agree on with Donald is that |
So when I put this palm on your cat |
Don’t snap, it’s supposed to be grabbed |
Why do you think they call it a snatch |
I just wanna climb in the sack |
I’ma keep it 100, like my speedometer’s at |
I’m watching you rap, I’m the dude following in back |
About six cars back, I’m in the lac |
And I want to (uh) |
All day, all day, all night |
You ask, I stay the night |
With you, you say you’re vile |
Me too, you’re burning up |
I’m running… |
All day, all night |
You feel, my heat (fire…) |
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat |
Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store |
But those jeans you wore, like I’ve never seen before |
I pretend to work there, while I clean the floor |
Checking you out, like the clerk, while he rings you up |
Pull up behind you while you’re leaving and you don’t even know it (ayo, Rick, |
man) |
She’s brushing her hair, adjusting her mirror, she’s rapping my shit |
But she wasn’t aware, I was there, or maybe she was, and just didn’t care |
Who knows, at least that isn’t up in the air |
It’s something to see |
But just like a girl who thinks her coochie doesn’t stink |
If she ain’t planning to do shit, this summers eve |
Maybe she wants to keep me company |
But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit! |
«Ain't steppin' to you, bitch,"I say to myself |
Plus she’s bumpin' my music, ain’t chasin' no tail |
Like a skunk in heat |
I could sweat her to some degree |
But fuck it, I’m the male, let her come to me |
(Could you repeat that again?) |
Let her come to me, male sweater, some degree, fail |
Fuck it, pull up beside her |
Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her |
What is a brighter ass if she wants a computer lodged in her vagina? |
Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her |
I said… |
All day, all day, all night |
You ask, I stay the night |
With you, you say you’re vile |
Me too, you’re burning up |
I’m running… |
All day, all night |
You feel, my heat (fire…) |
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat |
Black out, come to, hands covered in blood |
Motherfucking gloves and a shover stuck in the mud |
I just bodied the beat, so that hoe must’ve been dug |
Cause it just died like «ooh, food coloring, duh» |
So let’s get turnt, like a shish kebab, twist it Ma |
Like an Air Conditioning knob |
We be great together |
Don’t care if it takes forever |
If I gotta wait, I guess it’s better late than never |
You felt my heat, rubbing off on you |
I love your personality |
Come on, little mama, you’re hot enough to melt Rick’s beat |
Come jump in the water, I bet you get your self esteem |
From your persona |
With an ass to match, girl your body is lit |
You’re striking, I’m a gas |
Girl, you’re just gonna have to put the mother chumps on the back burner |
You got puns, I got asperger’s |
Just let me rest my head in between that set of Ds |
While I shred MC’s, like cheddar cheese |
That’s just the thoroughbred me in me, ain’t a better breed |
My dog thinks so too, look at my predigree |
Ma, the world is what I think of you |
I think you’re divine, so I might swing on you |
I’m just kidding girl, I wouldn’t lift a finger or two |
Unless it’s the middle finger, to finger you |
All day, all day, all night |
You ask, I stay the night |
With you, you say you’re vile |
Me too, you’re burning up |
I’m running… |
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat |
Under ones and twos, threes and four (the morning) |
Wait for the cut like Neosporin (what?) |
He’s mixing it up for me and Lauren |
A teddy like short for Theodore |
We’re outtie, five thousand |
(Who the fuck, it’s my big dick, so everybody get ready right fucking now) |