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heat - superfly ky lyrics

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[intro]
ky: excuse me, miss, how much is this?
saleswoman: $850.00
ky: $850.00?!
saleswoman: yeah, $850.00
ky: alright, give me two of these

[chorus]
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat

[verse 1]
ask around ya dame she know me
this ain’t a game you can’t control me
sent ya b-tch the same emoji
all my pics got flame emojis
my n-ggas be whipping like tobi
my ex sent a text said she wish she could clone me
swear to god that’s what she told me
she see me now a n-gga glowing
see me? it’s him again
jamaican bae look like she indian
we at the parker meridian
i eat the kitty it tastes just like cinnamon
her last n-gga couldn’t last long
give her d-ck she said it’s mad long
he couldn’t make it past the first round
couldn’t f-ck like me in my worst round
i pull to the scene i’m tossing checks
i’m popping cause the team, of course, we next
ya chain gon have you green across ya neck
i’m leaning with supreme across my chest

[chorus]
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat

[bridge]
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
super, super
b-tch, b-tch

[verse 2]
new money, new year, who dis?
new whip, new crib, too lit
young super new heat drip drip
when the heat get old flip flip
when i’m out of the booth
i be out looking cute
at the fountain of youth sip sip
ain’t no doubt i’m the truth
paid a thou for the boots
put ya mouth on my flute lip lip
ysl, why you mad
she called me papi, i ain’t ask
this sh-t hard, i ain’t brag
charizard, fire blast
little b-tch i’m that n-gga
my sh-t be bumping like a cyst or a blister
i’m puttin d-ck inside ya b-tch and her sister
i’m sipping hyper potion mixed with elixer
my chick, think i’m handsome
my wrist, it be dancin
this heat like ya hand where the lamp is
new heat on my feet this an anthem
2 bed, treat the sh-t like a mansion
4 door, black and white, danny phantom
you the son of my son that’s a grandson
in a one out of one with some vans on

[chorus]
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat
i’m dripping designer, my outfit is heat
don’t you see what’s on my feet, my whole style is heat
my old b-tch was weak, my new girl is heat
heat heat heat heat

[bridge]
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
b-tch, b-tch
super, b-tch
super, super
b-tch, b-tch

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