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heatin’ up - a.p. chapo lyrics

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(ooh, yuh, to the max, yuh, ooh, yuhh)

to the max
sprayin’ you b*tch n*ggas, i got the gat
none of my n*ggas talk, we ain’t them rats
pull out the strap, buss on you b*tch n*ggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts

like i’m comethazine tell em spin back
countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
no you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
this ain’t no race, do the digital dash

oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
there ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
leavin’ his print on the back of the glass

joggin’ on n*ggas i had to go speed up
i beat up, i’m f*ckin this b*tch ain’t no meet up
her seat up, they tell the young n*gga to heat up
i’m freed up

beat up the meat like i’m rocky
my raps hot but they ain’t no takis
wе droppin’ the bodies
got a red dot in thе back of the party
you n*ggas be lame
you hit wit the molly
i’m a great dane
i’m solo not mobbin’

he floppin’
he ain’t makin music, he droppin
i’m poppin’ i’m gettin b*tches n they walkin’
no talkin’

i’m bout it, i’m gettin my guala i spend it
you wanted that sh*t so you rent it
we done it, we did it, i’m gettin the drill n i spill it
you finished, i’m gettin the money i double my digits

you ain’t a n*gga boy, p*ssy look timid
50*1 and you n*ggas is finished
i’m countin’ my green man this sh*t be like spinach
i hop out the jag n i’m feelin’ diminished

exquisite, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she kissed it
no wishin’ i’m sprayin the gat ain’t no missin’
we dissin, we leave yo ass there and we p*ssin’

(to the max, wooh)
sprayin’ you b*tch n*ggas, i got the gat
none of my n*ggas talk, we ain’t them rats
pull out the strap, buss on you b*tch n*ggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts
like i’m comethazine tell em spin back
countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
no you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
this ain’t no race, do the digital dash

oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
there ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
leavin’ his print on the back of the glass

i got the chemicals, turn em’ to miracles
decimals, periods, b*tch are you serious?
head of my pyramid
b*tch you delirious

chapo gon’ jump out the whip
makin’ that boy make*a*wish

hiss, p*ss
diamonds i spit
pockets of lint
used to be youngins, remember the jitts
we icy now n*gga, we still plead the 5th

i was that n*gga who hit on yo b*tch
she wanted d*ck, boy she good with the splits
icy now n*gga we still plead the 5th
we droppin’ them bodies and we never miss

- a p chapo lyrics

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