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Heater Blaze

Album cover art for "Heater Blaze" by ERIC NORTH & Sybyr

ERIC NORTH & Sybyr - Rap, Underground Rap

Heater Blaze

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December 31, 2017.

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[Intro: ERIC NORTH] Yuh, yuh (Oh my god, it's Crypt) Uh, uh Yeah [Chorus: ERIC NORTH] Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen Aim at your head, dot on your hat Body get hotter, heat on your back Boy do not move, you'll get attacked I got a bitch, straight off the map [Verse 1: ERIC NORTH] I got a bomb, ready to blow I got a noose, ready to choke I got a boat, ready to float I got a bag full of bodies and rose Pocket of posies to cover the smoke Spit on my dick while I'm gagging a throat You are a joke and I'm sick of you, oh And by the way, I am hoping you fold [Chorus: ERIC NORTH & Sybyr] Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen Aim at your head, dot on your hat Body get hotter, heat on your back Boy do not move, you'll get attacked I got a bitch, straight off the map Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam (Yeah, yeah) Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen (Yeah, yeah) Aim at your head, dot on your hat (Yeah, yeah) Body get hotter, heat on your back (Yeah, yeah) Boy do not move, you'll get attacked (Yeah, fuck yeah) I got a bitch, straight off the map (Let's get it nigga, yuh, yuh) [Verse 2: Sybyr] Stackin' a million, bitches wanna hate Sybyr got foes, wack that nigga on a pole 3M on me like a hologram mummy Come push a nigga's buttons, set it off and I'ma ghost Fuckin' up a bag like I'm Kangaroo Jack Sittin' down, sleeping when I made a whole stack I don't say shit, smash it up when I'm mad Eat a nigga's sauce, and now they hit you for a track, woah Pull up at some Anti slow shit, woah All these hoes anti-broke-bitch I don't wanna talk, I just really wanna smoke this, uh Trust me, I don't wanna hear a word Fashion, young niggas, eat all the flesh, ooh Wrecking the [?], E I swear that you getting finessed I bought a new TEC and I'm makin' a mess, heh [Chorus: ERIC NORTH] Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen Aim at your head, dot on your hat Body get hotter, heat on your back Boy do not move, you'll get attacked I got a bitch, straight off the map Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen Aim at your head, dot on your hat Body get hotter, heat on your back Boy do not move, you'll get attacked I got a bitch, straight off the map Fuck where you at, I got the pack I got the TEC, I got the mag I got the Glock, I got the beam Shoot at your niggas, shoot at your spleen Aim at your head, dot on your hat Body get hotter, heat on your back Boy do not move, you'll get attacked I got a bitch, straight off the map

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