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These days

Freeways heat waves

Sensations for the DJs (sending them)

Temptations for the replay

JD a (heat wave)

She say she want to see it

Thought she rubbing on me but its just the Nina

She a real believer of the Sol

Show after show show after show

I got

Tattoos on my blicky

Tattoo tattoos on my blicky

So many

Tattoos on my blicky

Tattoo tattoos on my blicky

Different

Tattoos on my blicky

Tattoo tattoos on my blicky

Hella

Tattoos on my blicky

Tattoo tattoos on my blicky

Said who want the smoke

You just an imposter

Bad little bitch on my roster

Making me pasta

Maybe I make her my shotta

Smoking haters like a Rasta

But she Latina

No problem she mean when she sweeter

I'm sipping on her like horchata

Drama get dealt with

In the same way that I sell shit

Aways end up in my pockets

It's just that

These days

Freeways heat waves

Djs

And then JD

Bitch better pay me

Why wont you fade me

Heard you scared to even say me

Like I'm someone with no name

Is it the shame its plain to see that you hate me

And the pain that you ain't me

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I got my foot on the ground

Stood on good on the crown

Would I shoot up the town

I'm good in my house

I coulda shoulda went out

But I stay to fuck up the sound

And I get around

I get on to get on about

And then I get right at yo mouth

I ride in the south

I'm ready to ride up the routes

And write up the sound and surround them

With bumble bee's

Turn these motherfuckers tumbleweed

Ain't nobody run in front me

Money make hell of it and I love when it make fun of me

Level up and put it under me

Opps like my presidents

Most the time I ain't got none

When I do you know the outcome

Drop in your residence leave it yellow with the lettering

Don't speak on my album

I got the title in the bag

I fucked that white bitch that you wish you had

I spend a hundred fifty up in Saxth Fifth

I know these Mike Amiri's about to last

A hundred on top of the dash

Ride in my neighborhood like I'm the Flash

Strap and the mask these people don't know how to act

I'm ready to attack

These days

Heat waves

JD

Riding round on a freeway

Let it spray

Tattoo's on my blicky

Tattoo's on my blicky

Tattoo tattoo's on my blicky

I got tattoo's on my blicky

Tattoo's on my blicky

Tattoo's on my blicky

Tattoo tattoo's on my blicky