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the heat - chopped & screwed - lil wayne lyrics

[intro]
f*ck with me, you know what it is

[chorus]
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
[verse 1]
dressed in all black and my gun the same color
murder my enemy love thy brother
and i ain’t never gave a sh*t about a motherf*cker
hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin stomach
you n*ggas better take side with young money, cash money
you’ll get left in your ride crash dummy
i’ll be around when the times get ugly
when the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
the magazine empty and the nine stop busting
i bang my fist till my palms get bl**dy
cuz i’m a monster man
i’m gonna find you and my ap nine don’t jam
i’m a rider you can’t take it out of me man
i be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
i will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
i’ma die with this blazer right in these hands

[chorus]
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
[verse 2]
twenty*two’s, thirty*eight’s, forty*four’s, forty*five’s
tucked in my thirty*eight, mack on my back i am
so ready for whatever that awaits me
run up in your place while you’re sleepin, awake thee
calicoes, ak’s, uzi*machines
got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
i am takin names, so who wanna leave
out this b*tch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
i got the hood with the names of the crew on they t’s
and i might make a funeral sweep, i ain’t bullsh*tin
ar hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
feet by the engine, head by the transmission
and i be right where i am mister
me and my d*mn pistol
me and my girlfriend
in this world alone, so bring it on
and imma have to sing you this song n*gga

[chorus]
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
the heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
i shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
i wish a motherf*cker would trip this year
[verse 3]
i got the scope on the tool i can see what you do
with a little red dot n*gga peek*a*boo
shhh the silence will speak to you
hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
like bang, bang, say breathe n*gga breath i stand over the body with the boy in his tee
say bang, bang, say breathe deep breath i stand over the body with the boy in his chest, clear
now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cause ya boy up and left
life is short enjoy what ever is left
before you run into a n*gga like me and meet death
in less than three seconds i’ll pull a three*eighty
three feet from my waist
three inches from your face
make no mistake weezy never hesitate
i’ll pop till your sh*t separate like ew!

[bridge]
up, down, front, back, side to side
you hit that n*gga like that, he gotta die
hit him up, down, front, back, side to side
you hit that n*gga like that, he gotta die
say up, down, front, back, side to side
you hit that n*gga like that, he gotta die
say up, down, front, back, side to side
hit that n*gga like that, he gotta die woah

[outro]
weezy f baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the carter for you
one

- lil wayne lyrics

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