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where the heat go - ysr gramz & yn jay lyrics

[verse 1: ysr gramz & yn jay]
i’m just ridin’ through the city just on two ‘bows
forty bands on me, i used to share clothes
can’t put my trust in no b*tch, she gon’ always fold
you better cut that broke sh*t out, that sh*t gettin’ old
i stopped wearin’ h*llstar, that sh*t gettin’ old
n*ggas stopped ballin’, go broke like derrick rose
denim tears on, these is not jabos
paid twelve for these shoes, could’ve bought a ‘bow
i be shippin’ green boxes, gettin’ ’em to the o
i hate when a b*tch lie like she not a ho
i keep a big*ass gun everywhere i go
i think chief keef did our chains ’cause our sh*t glow
we was fourteen years old, puttin’ ’em on the floor
they know we on the l every day and gotta drop our load
a n*gga really tryna start beef if you pop his ho
i already made a f*ckin’ hundred k, but i want some more (ah)
like that white boy rick, he is not gon’ blow (yeah)

[verse 2: yn jay]
i had to go to miami ’cause it’s gettin’ old
i put some ice on my watch, now my wrist cold
ayy, my b*tch thirty*seven, do that mean she old?
my n*gga finally grew up, he used to kick doors
d*mn, my b*tch cold
why you pull up with a deuce? you know we sip fours
i know that b*tch sniff coke, she got a big nose
she got a big head
b*tch, this a california king, i got a big bed
ain’t no more wock’ in the city, that’s why i sip red
we caught him lackin’ with the ho, that’s how the b*tch dead
i’m runnin’ up real millions, i got rich legs (ayy)
you a sh*tty*ass boy, you need to wash your ass
big crib, it take an hour to cut my mama grass (yeah, ayy)
you a walkin’ talk*over, that was not your bag
ayy, where your heat go?
fans been waitin’ on me to drop like where the beat go?
b*tch playin’ musical chairs, where the seat go?
it’s cold as h*ll in your crib like where the heat go?
i’m lookin’ for my brother man, where aylee go?
i’m lookin’ for andrew brother, where ad go?
they wonder why they can’t stop me, i’m in beast mode
i bought this b*tch some don juli’, she want titos
i put my mans on your ho, she want me, though
i’m out here ridin’ with my dog, there go chico
i took don on a trip like starlito
b*tch lied, said she a libra, she a leo
free bro, they tried to hit him with the rico
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
bro turned off the beam like chico
i’m lookin’ for the money, tryna find it like nemo
old cute broke b*tch, you a cheap ho
you a chatty*ass n*gga like neo
(free drich, driveway in chemo)

- ysr gramz yn jay lyrics

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