Karaokê Heat Stick - Shoreline Mafia

Esta música é uma versão de Heat Stick, popularizada por Shoreline Mafia
OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin

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MP4
KFN
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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 105 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Do♯m

Duração: 02:20 - Visualizar: 00:59

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Ano de lançamento: 2024
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Autor Original: Alejandro Carranza, Norman Lewis, Bruce Johnson Jr, Diego Javier Avendano, Fenix Rypinski

Todo o conteúdo do nosso site é inteiramente reproduzido por nossos músicos no estúdio. Não usamos nenhuma parte das gravações originais e não fazemos uso de tecnologia de separação de stems por IA de nenhuma forma.

Letra Heat Stick

I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me
I bet his head pop
He looked up
All he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick
Ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth
If it's on we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic
I fucked her then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'
You ain't choosin' then you losin'
Baby get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman
I failed math class but ran it up
I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't
Bitch I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin'
You know we pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the bitch 'cos the thot creepin'
We finna get up on they ass
Nigga not even
Boogie down up on they block
Now they block bleedin'
I told her Swallow don't you spit it
She got all semen
Her ex-nigga was a nerd
I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom
That's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water
He a knee deeper
Know lil' brodie tryna crash
He a tweak-tweaker
I need twenty bands cash
Ain't no free features
As I look at my wrist
It's about that time
But if I look too long then I might go blind
I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at nine
Should we fuck at Fenix crib or should we fuck at mine
We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five then we switch 'em in a little
I get yours, you get mine
I done told you 'bout your bag
I got yours, you got mine
Know we keep them straps
I got forty, you got nine
Ayy light-skin, dark-skin
Vanilla and chocolate
Slim thick, thick slim
I got all the options
Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten
Bitch in the valley
Got a bitch off of Slauson
Hop out, walk in
Get paid, clock in
Open their mouth while I put my cock in
I ain't turnin' down shit
I'm on nonsense
Grew up on Western
I was born on Bronson
I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me
I bet his head pop
He looked up
All he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick
Ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth
If it's on we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic
I fucked her then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'

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