paroles de chanson Heat of the Night - Styles P , Kody
Ghost,
Violence,
it′s
that
other
kinda
shit
This
is
mine
right
here
nigga,
haha,
oh
yeah
(You
thought
the
world
was
safe)
Homicide
goon
with
shit
bags
triple
niggas
I
don't
give
a
fuck
when
Police
get
dispatched
Wicked
nigga,
you
can
hear
me
laugh
when
the
click-clack
Look
at
me,
you
can
see
me
smile
when
the
kickback
Before
rap,
ask
where
my
gun
and
my
clip
at
Got
my
hands
on
it
then
I
ask
where
the
strip
at
Niggas
got
coke,
then
I
ask
where
the
bricks
at
Next
rapper
that
lies
The
next
rapper
I′ll
click
at
Bullet
holes
in
your
Louis
clothes
Get
wrapped
the
fuck
up,
like
a
sushi
roll
Soft
niggas
get
wet
like
the
coochie
hole
Cootie
nigga
put
my
gun
on
goofy
though
Got
my
heat
on
my
side
And
I'm
gonna
ride
Trust
me
if
you
crossed
that
line
man
it's
over
In
the
heat
of
the
night
man
I′m
gonna
ride
It
get
cold
(cold,
cold)
(Cold,
cold)
My
gun
burn
niggas
like
the
way
y′all
burn
Cali
weed
Or
the
way
a
fat
burner
burns
calories
Fuck
a
treadmill
my
9 mil's
the
deadmill
You
can
fuck
around
and
get
your
head
spill
(fuck
around)
Or
your
guts
dropped
You
a
goon,
now
I′ma
G
That
can
play
any
corner
like
the
bus
stop
Fuck
around
and
get
your
slug
popped
Had
a
bitch
on
the
floor
like
a
dust
mop
Still
gettin'
money
in
the
best
spot
Cut
you
in
the
face
with
the
blade
we
used
to
cut
throat
Hunnid
shot
tommy
gun
about
to
make
the
buck
pop
Shotguns
next,
you
hit
with
the
buckshots
Got
my
heat
on
my
side
And
I′m
gonna
ride
Trust
me
if
you
crossed
that
line
man
it's
over
In
the
heat
of
the
night
man
I′m
gonna
ride
It
get
cold
(cold,
cold)
(Cold,
cold)
Flyin'
without
a
cape,
right,
I
ain't
on
a
safe
flight
Underworld,
turn
into
a
Lycan
in
the
late
night
Flyin′
through
the
city
in
a
seis,
no
brake
lights
Beamer
on,
Nina
on,
probably
got
Tina
on
I
can′t
stand
the
rain
or
the
pain
Nigga
sipping
on
drain
for
flippin'
cocaine
But
you
smile
when
you
smokin′
and
you
whippin'
off
lanes
Sipping
champagne
and
you
trickin′
on
dames
When
you
go
to
Hell
and
you
sittin'
on
flames
Type
of
shit
I
think
about
sittin′
on
planes
First
class
if
I
crash
shit'll
all
change
All
I
do
is
get
high
'cause
shit
is
all
strange
Got
my
heat
on
my
side
And
I′m
gonna
ride
Trust
me
if
you
crossed
that
line
man
it′s
over
In
the
heat
of
the
night
man
I'm
gonna
ride
It
get
cold
(cold,
cold)
(Cold,
cold)
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