Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat of the Night, artist - Styles P. Album song G-Host, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Record label: The Phantom Entertainment
Song language: English
Heat of the Night |
Ghost, violence, it’s that other kinda shit |
This is mine right here nigga, haha, oh yeah |
(You thought the world was safe) |
Homicide goon with shit bags, triple niggas |
I don’t give a fuck when Police get dispatched |
Wicked nigga, you can hear me laugh when the click-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 |
Niggas got coke, then I ask where the bricks at |
Next rapper that lies, the next rapper I’ll click at |
Bullet holes in your Louis clothes |
Get wrapped the fuck up like a sushi roll |
Soft niggas get wet like the coochie hole |
Cootie nigga put my gun on goofy though |
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) |
My gun burn niggas like the way I burn Cali weed |
Or the way a fat burner burns calories |
Fuck a treadmill, my 9 mil’s the deadmill |
You can fuck around and get your head spilled (fuck around) |
Or your guts dropped |
You a goner, I’ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop |
Fuck around and get your slug popped |
Had a bitch 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 |
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) |
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 |
Nigga 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 Hell, are you sittin' on flames? |
Type of shit I think about sittin' on planes |
First class, if I crash, shit’ll all change |
All I do is get high 'cause shit is all strange |
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) |