| Listen, I keep heat, yeah
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| We’re out on these streets, yeah
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| Keep ones on my feet, yeah
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| We duck on police, yeah
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| Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
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| Just might fuck your niece, yeah
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| Velcro fold like crease, yeah
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| Work like elbow grease
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| Gosha my linen, I keep me a pigeon
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| Made the decision, now codeine I’m pissin'
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| Back to back bitches, I keep me a fifty
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| Chop up the dough how she fuck up the kitchen
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| Chef on my bitches, come stay with the lemons
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| Take any doses, I pilfer the feeling
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| Fuck with emotion, I can’t see the ceiling
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| I put the dot on the head like you Krillin
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| Switch up the dot, keep the beam on the steamer
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| Fendi my focus, I drip like a preacher
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| Keep pressing on me and I lean like a meter
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| My Cuban in cleaners, it needed a cleanup
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| I switch up the pace, I watch for the Jakes
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| I beat it like Zay, piano I play
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| I play with the keys, and I move by the day
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| Bust out the form, we swerving the hate
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| I’m needing my check so I fly overseas
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| Keep Undercover like I cut up tees
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| Bitches bustin', they be sticking like fleas
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| Slimy niggas, wipe your nose like a sneeze
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| This pressies bus, niggas be wanting something
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| Pissy, I know you’re fussy
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| And I know we tuckin'
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| Niggas a dime a dozen
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| He pour the Robitussin
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| Keep Aquafina, put three in a liter
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| I’m Simon they do it, it’s follow the leader
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| I trap in the bando, hit me on the beeper
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| I pour when I’m landing, I’m kissing the Easter
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| I’m fly like air force
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| I keep me some horses
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| I kill like abortion
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| I popped an extortion
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| In Paris, I need me some woods, I import 'em
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| Nigga be fishin', like fuck it, I don’t want it
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| Listen, I keep heat, yeah
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| We’re out on these streets, yeah
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| Keep ones on my feet, yeah
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| We duck on police, yeah
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| Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
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| Just might fuck your niece, yeah
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| Velcro fold like crease, yeah
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| Work like elbow grease
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| Rollin' loud, smokin' loud
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| Ain’t have a car, I can’t valet it now
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| Talking shit, pulling up
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| Point em out, like who the one who said it, now?
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| Few pounds, touch down
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| He said, «I never seen a bitch bust it down»
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| Watch what you doing and who you do it to
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| 'Cause what go around could come back around
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| If money was milkin', I need me a cow
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| Proving 'em wrong like did I hear a doubt?
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| Gotta roll out, you fucking up my count
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| You see what I’m doing, you know what I’m about
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| When I count my stacks, that shit make sound effect
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| Got these bitches really mad 'cause they see I’m in my bag
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| They like, «Oh my goodness, you wish you fucking could, bitch»
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| In a new car with a white girl, that’s a Cool Whip
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| Ain’t no one to fool with
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| Never on no bullshit
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| Just made a lot of money and I spent it on that outfit
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| Listen, I keep heat, yeah
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| We’re out on these streets, yeah
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| Keep ones on my feet, yeah
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| We duck on police, yeah
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| Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
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| Just might fuck your niece, yeah
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| Velcro fold like crease, yeah
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| Work like elbow grease
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| Listen, I keep heat, yeah
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| We’re out on these streets, yeah
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| Keep ones on my feet, yeah
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| We duck on police, yeah
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| Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
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| Just might fuck your niece, yeah
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| Velcro fold like crease, yeah
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| Work like elbow grease |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Heat, artist - WARHOL.SS. Album song Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп