โหลดเพลง mp3 Heatwave - 6LACK

Heatwave (Explicit) - 6LACK/Mereba
Lyrics by：Marian Mereba/Sam Hoffman/Ricardo Valentine
Composed by：Marian Mereba/Sam Hoffman/Ricardo Valentine
Run run run
You better run run run like a demon chasin' you
Run run 'til your face is blue
Run run
Run run
You better run run run like a demon chasin' you
Run run 'til your face is blue
Run run
For your momma's sake
Run run
Long Summer long Summer long Summer
Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave
A long Summer
Hot Summer our Winter's like Summer
Long Summer long Summer long Summer
Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave
A long Summer
In our Winter they killin' n***as
See it as you see it in your skin boy
Yeah
And they clips got the chips boy
Yeah
They got that heat on they hip yeah
Yeah
And they can't wait to let it rip boy
Yeah
Okay I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day
I couldn't stand the thought of not
Seeing your beautiful face
So I'ma run like
I've been running the streets right
I mean run like I just missed the streetlights
I fall flat like I'm trying out for track
'Cause they beat a n***a blue
Just for loving that he black
My advice is run like Obama
'Fore they catch you like Osama
Better run like the notes
'Fore they catch you like a Cody
Got that heater on his hip yeah
And he evil so he might just let it rip yeah
And I know how to hold nobody s**t yeah
So why the f**k the cop is on my dick
Yeah be clear
It's gon' be a long long Summer
Tomorrow's never promised
And I sometimes really wonder
When they tell me keep the peace
Do they mean click-clack
I know we're looking forward
But I gotta watch my back
Run oh woah
Run run
Ohhhh
You you you better run
Run ooh
Run ohhh uhhhhh
Long Summer long Summer long Summer
Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave
A long Summer
You better
Hot Summer our Winter's like Summer
Yeah yeah
Long Summer long Summer long Summer
Oh make it home 'fore you momma ooh
Long Summer it's gon' be a heatwave
A long Summer
In our Winter they killin' n***as
Clip that's what this is
He don't shoot your knees
Click-clack click-click
Got that heater on his hip
Clip that's what this is
He don't shoot your knees click clack
He got that heater on his hip
Clip that's what this is
We don't shoot your knees
Click-clack click-click
Got that heater on his hip
Who gonna be crying
Your momma or mine
Your momma or mine
See it as you see it in your skin boy
And they clips got the chips boy
They got that heat on they hip yeah
And they can't wait to let it rip boy