Lyrics Heaters - Lafa Taylor

Ah
Yeah
Lafa on the beat...
Okay
Ahh, told you I got that heat
The shit to make a motha(fucka) jump up
The shit to make her pop that piece
I keep it real simple when I bop, yup
These other brothers not that neat
Somebody say, "Turn it the fuck up."
And make a motha(fucka) drop that beat
I come in the name of love
Girl you can feel it in your gut
I fought for the name of subs
You can feel the beat in your butt
Peace and my (peace) in the back
Shout out to my people in the front
Bass on blast
Dance floor you can it at
I say (Let's go) Beat...
Its my crew, we don't carry no heat...
But, I got, heaters...
But, I got, heaters...
Yeah, I got that Heat like Miami
This one's for my family
That means you, if you don't
What up let's go hammy
Feelin' fresh in the mug
Like we on top of the world
Had to freshen em' up and
The bassline drop for the girls
Simplify that flow
Switch it up on them dummies
She said, "give it to me nice and slow
And make sure that the kick-drum yummy"
I said, "Shit I got you Honey"
Then I hit her with an 808
You've been searchin' all night but I got it right here and it's hot but there ain't no way
Shit I got more heaters than Sear's
Cause that's just how we do it
It's like a 4G for your ears
You needed it and I knew it
Saying "cheers" to your fears
There's always room for improvement
I'm tryin' to turn up that heat
Let's get lost in the fucking music
Okay, Beat...
It's my crew, we don't carry no heat...
But, we got, heaters...
But, I got, heaters...
Okay, beat...
It's my crew, we don't carry no heat...
But, I got, heaters... Shout out to my boy
For always keepin' it hot
And thanks for doing the same thing to all these freaks on the spot
Go ahead and lean and drop
And back it upon me real slow
Then im'ma need you to bop and bounce to the beat of the lows
Let's go, superfreak, ultra funky
Let me go deep, fall in love with her
Gimme what I need, drop that duh duh duh
Talk about (bishia?) chop you off bubbala
She pop it off, make it whine
She bop to the beat and make it shake it time
She hit you with that shit to break your spine
You make a move too fast she'll make you take your time
Ooh Lord have mercy
She a queen and she know it
Got me a whole lot of thirsty and I be drinking up and she a poet
We can do it right here on the dance floor
We don't even need to fuck
But uh you look a tid bit nippy
So baby lemme heat it up
Okay beat...
It's my crew, we don't carry no heat...
But, we got, heaters...
But, I got heaters...
Okay, beat...
It's my crew, we don't carry no heat...
But, I got, heaters... Yeah