Aye young narrow
You dig this
Yeah
Go
Go
Go
Go
The sun coming down propeller is shot
His parachute slow
It's a hundred and thirty degrees my nigga it's so hot in this ho
I'm Lil Heat in the Sahara desert I'm from the north where it's cold
Flying through the air shooting niggas with cross bows
I'm in the louvre varvato my niggas are proud
After this none of you niggas is coming back with me and X3 to the lounge
You ain't gon be up in that penthouse suit sippin crown
You ain't gon be with me and X3 my niggas proud
Cause we some young big prince niggas in the town
And we passed the emi kousi and we Rollin round celebrating rolling up big smoke loud
Afghani
Afghani
Maybe Irani
Uh uh I just jogged in my Philip Plein shark
I had to vanish I was empty so I spun the block
Jump out the plane
Yea on the ammunition box
Custom no doubt
My niggas are hungry for cash from the gutter we're used to being starved
When I came back in my gladiator he was so distraught he was in shock
No electricity I'm Lil Heat
So
You Get
Hot
I left the tactical at the louvre when I escaped the opp
Pushing V8 engine it don't got keys it's a push to start
It's a blue sonic car
I
Out
Sped the ops
And when you put your make up on
Guys losing it shower you in gold
Soon as it drop I get different colour ways I drip too hard
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left in my barrel gatta be careful
I'm so close I'm about to reach the Pharaoh
Phenomenon if I take this bitches whole soul
In the Sahara desert
But it's so cold
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left
All in my barrel gatta be careful they calling me and Heat some guy pharaohs
But I bet that's some shit that you knew what you thought they were louboutin who
What we just stopped your whole crew
Yves saint Laurent kicks are the move
Black G fazos if we have to move
Now Lil Heat started spillin the truth
Lil Nigga what's wrong with you
Through the sand storm I can fight
I put a flame thrower on my bike
I look like ghost rider at night
I got leather jackets with some spikes
And I came through with a gang of bitches I came through with a gang of dykes
And when I come through in the double R tank I flew off at night
I f*ck with Leather jacket all fit
I feel like young mike
Sand boogie with a broom we coming in like we prepared to fight.
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Aye young narrow
You dig this
Yeah
Go
Go
Go
Go
The sun coming down propeller is shot
His parachute slow
It's a hundred and thirty degrees my nigga it's so hot in this ho
I'm Lil Heat in the Sahara desert I'm from the north where it's cold
Flying through the air shooting niggas with cross bows
I'm in the louvre varvato my niggas are proud
After this none of you niggas is coming back with me and X3 to the lounge
You ain't gon be up in that penthouse suit sippin crown
You ain't gon be with me and X3 my niggas proud
Cause we some young big prince niggas in the town
And we passed the emi kousi and we Rollin round celebrating rolling up big smoke loud
Afghani
Afghani
Maybe Irani
Uh uh I just jogged in my Philip Plein shark
I had to vanish I was empty so I spun the block
Jump out the plane
Yea on the ammunition box
Custom no doubt
My niggas are hungry for cash from the gutter we're used to being starved
When I came back in my gladiator he was so distraught he was in shock
No electricity I'm Lil Heat
So
You Get
Hot
I left the tactical at the louvre when I escaped the opp
Pushing V8 engine it don't got keys it's a push to start
It's a blue sonic car
I
Out
Sped the ops
And when you put your make up on
Guys losing it shower you in gold
Soon as it drop I get different colour ways I drip too hard
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left in my barrel gatta be careful
I'm so close I'm about to reach the Pharaoh
Phenomenon if I take this bitches whole soul
In the Sahara desert
But it's so cold
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left
All in my barrel gatta be careful they calling me and Heat some guy pharaohs
But I bet that's some shit that you knew what you thought they were louboutin who
What we just stopped your whole crew
Yves saint Laurent kicks are the move
Black G fazos if we have to move
Now Lil Heat started spillin the truth
Lil Nigga what's wrong with you
Through the sand storm I can fight
I put a flame thrower on my bike
I look like ghost rider at night
I got leather jackets with some spikes
And I came through with a gang of bitches I came through with a gang of dykes
And when I come through in the double R tank I flew off at night
I f*ck with Leather jacket all fit
I feel like young mike
Sand boogie with a broom we coming in like we prepared to fight.
You dig this
Yeah
Go
Go
Go
Go
The sun coming down propeller is shot
His parachute slow
It's a hundred and thirty degrees my nigga it's so hot in this ho
I'm Lil Heat in the Sahara desert I'm from the north where it's cold
Flying through the air shooting niggas with cross bows
I'm in the louvre varvato my niggas are proud
After this none of you niggas is coming back with me and X3 to the lounge
You ain't gon be up in that penthouse suit sippin crown
You ain't gon be with me and X3 my niggas proud
Cause we some young big prince niggas in the town
And we passed the emi kousi and we Rollin round celebrating rolling up big smoke loud
Afghani
Afghani
Maybe Irani
Uh uh I just jogged in my Philip Plein shark
I had to vanish I was empty so I spun the block
Jump out the plane
Yea on the ammunition box
Custom no doubt
My niggas are hungry for cash from the gutter we're used to being starved
When I came back in my gladiator he was so distraught he was in shock
No electricity I'm Lil Heat
So
You Get
Hot
I left the tactical at the louvre when I escaped the opp
Pushing V8 engine it don't got keys it's a push to start
It's a blue sonic car
I
Out
Sped the ops
And when you put your make up on
Guys losing it shower you in gold
Soon as it drop I get different colour ways I drip too hard
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left in my barrel gatta be careful
I'm so close I'm about to reach the Pharaoh
Phenomenon if I take this bitches whole soul
In the Sahara desert
But it's so cold
Looked in my chamber 1 bullet left
All in my barrel gatta be careful they calling me and Heat some guy pharaohs
But I bet that's some shit that you knew what you thought they were louboutin who
What we just stopped your whole crew
Yves saint Laurent kicks are the move
Black G fazos if we have to move
Now Lil Heat started spillin the truth
Lil Nigga what's wrong with you
Through the sand storm I can fight
I put a flame thrower on my bike
I look like ghost rider at night
I got leather jackets with some spikes
And I came through with a gang of bitches I came through with a gang of dykes
And when I come through in the double R tank I flew off at night
I f*ck with Leather jacket all fit
I feel like young mike
Sand boogie with a broom we coming in like we prepared to fight.
Writer: COLLEN, ELLIOTT
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.