Heat of the Night
Styles P, Kody"Heat of the Night" ist ein Song von Styles P, Kody, 2018, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:59, 61 lines / 459 words.
Songtext
0:02Ghost Violence it's that other kinda s**t
0:12This is mine right here n***a haha oh yeah
0:15You thought the world was safe
0:21Homicide goon with s**t bags triple n***as
0:24I don't give a f**k when Police get dispatched
0:27Wicked n***a you can hear me laugh when the click clack
0:29Look at me you can see me smile when the kickback
0:32Before rap ask where my gun and my clip at
0:35Got my hands on it then I ask where the strip at
0:38N***as got coke then I ask where the bricks at
0:40Next rapper that lies the next rapper I'll click at
0:44Bullet holes in your Louis clothes
0:46Get wrapped the f**k up like a sushi roll
0:48Soft n***as get wet like the coochie hole
0:51Cootie n***a put my gun on goofy though
0:53Got my heat on my side
0:55And I'm gonna ride
0:58Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over
1:04In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride
1:09It get cold
1:11Cold cold
1:14Cold cold
1:15My gun burn n***as like the way y'all burn Cali w**d
1:18Or the way a fat burner burns calories
1:21F**k a treadmill my 9 mil's the deadmill
1:24You can f**k around and get your head spill
1:26F**k around
1:26Or your guts dropped
1:28You a goon now I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop
1:33F**k around and get your
1:34Had a B***h on the floor like a dust mop
1:37Still gettin' money in the spot
1:40Cut you in the face with the blade we used to cutthroat
1:42Hunnid shot tommy gun about to make the buck pop
1:45Shotguns next you hit with the buckshots
1:47Got my heat on my side
1:49And I'm gonna ride
1:52Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over
1:58In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride
2:03It get cold
2:07Cold cold
2:07Cold cold
2:09Flyin' without a cape right I ain't on a safe flight
2:12Underworld turn into a Lycan in the late night
2:15Flyin' through the city in a no brake lights
2:17Beamer on Nina on probably got Tina on
2:20I can't stand the rain or the pain
2:22N***a sipping on drain for flippin' c*****e
2:24But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' off lanes
2:28Sipping champagne and you trickin' on dames
2:31When you go to Hell and you sittin' on flames
2:33Type of s**t I think about sittin' on planes
2:36First class if I crash s**t'll all change
2:39All I do is get high 'cause s**t is all strange
2:41Got my heat on my side
2:43And I'm gonna ride
2:46Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over
2:52In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride
2:57It get cold
2:57Cold cold
2:59Cold cold
Ghost Violence it's that other kinda s**t This is mine right here n***a haha oh yeah You thought the world was safe Homicide goon with s**t bags triple n***as I don't give a f**k when Police get dispatched Wicked n***a 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 N***as 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 f**k up like a sushi roll Soft n***as get wet like the coochie hole Cootie n***a 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 n***as like the way y'all burn Cali w**d Or the way a fat burner burns calories F**k a treadmill my 9 mil's the deadmill You can f**k around and get your head spill F**k around Or your guts dropped You a goon now I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop F**k around and get your Had a B***h on the floor like a dust mop Still gettin' money in the spot Cut you in the face with the blade we used to cutthroat 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 no brake lights Beamer on Nina on probably got Tina on I can't stand the rain or the pain N***a sipping on drain for flippin' c*****e 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 s**t I think about sittin' on planes First class if I crash s**t'll all change All I do is get high 'cause s**t 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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