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heat - young visionary rappers lyrics

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[chorus: yvrmitch]
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)

this that stop drop and roll
know i’m finna bring the heat
popping two more in a row
sh*t i can go for three
i just need a factory
brand new ap
we be rocking that new designer
yo sh*t got creases
two twin b*tches giving me head
telekineses
banquettes and emeralds
for the eyes of jesus
my dogs ain’t from cuba
but we linked up with them pieces

[verse 1: yvrrye]
you know she a baddie if
she a little bit anemic
and when i drill her i be
drilling till she creamin
(huh)
she still еat d*ck on a tuesday
when she vеgan
baby that’s a haram i skeet skeet
on your peaches
(huh)
it’s that heat, it’s that fire
it’s that bomb like oppenheimer
i don’t speak, i just hah
don’t hear a peep, out them cowards
i let it go but i ain’t forget
had to play it like a vet
but i’ma need me my respect
[chorus: yvrmitch]
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)

this that stop drop and roll
know i’m finna bring the heat
popping two more in a row
sh*t i can go for three
i just need a factory
brand new ap
we be rocking’ that new designer
yo sh*t got creases
two twin b*tches giving me head
telekineses
banquettes and emeralds
for the eyes of jesus
my dogs ain’t from cuba
but we linked up with them pieces

[verse 2: yvrmitch]
racks, i just need it on me
hundred dollars only
digital dash
get to the cash feels like
i’m on a grammy
these b*tches be sayin’ they smoke
but they getting high off
half a gram each
gorillas on four wheelers
popping a wheelie on banshees
gas got me goin’ up till the morning
baby wanna go to a private room
wanna show me what her body can do
takin’ a pill, she
takin’ a pill, she a takin’ two
f*ck with the vibes
you f*ck with the crew
808s banging all up on the tunes
[chorus: yvrmitch]
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)
(hah)

this that stop drop and roll
know i’m finna bring the heat
popping two more in a row
sh*t i can go for three
i just need a factory
brand new ap
we be rocking’ that new designer
yo sh*t got creases
two twin b*tches giving me head
telekineses
banquettes and emeralds
for the eyes of jesus
my dogs ain’t from cuba
but we linked up with them pieces

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