Heat Wave

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YL (Rap) - Rap

Heat Wave

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[Verse 1: YL] Ay yo who got it locked I'm scramblin' up and down a crowded block Connect dots, send shots to whoever Who want it, forever never seemed realistic Slightly twisted, liquor in my system Yo my mind's a prison, within it live my deepest thoughts I got a call from Melissa, it's the early mornin' I'm yawnin', coffee burnin' in the pot it's hot Like the block was when Nick was arrested, we out Yo I got ten on it, no doubt low down To the undergarments, I beat the comments I spit that raw shit you wanted I put you on it, try to warn 'em early but the world never responded Yo its Triple R the faction, ya'll niggas only in it for reactions Whoever sent you in was prolly gassin' I'm blastin' speakers, bitches creepin' in my absence Vibe to the Jackson 5, I'm relaxin' Got some heads that's wonderin' if I'ma sign You should ask him Ask Y, never lookin' down when I pass by Mad fly, niggas talk a lot but they be anti And peace to bitches who will keep the kid on standby My brothers say I run my mouth but I ain't said enough I got a bunch of books but really I ain't read enough We settin' up, ain't no pump fakes or half-steppin' New York reppin, YL keep 'em guessin'

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  • YL (Rap)