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Youngbroodz — Hot Heat ryrics

Yeah

[hook]

Earry morning to rate night, HEY!!!
Gonna give it to ya', just rike you rike, HEY!!!
Rettin' the worrd know just what it be, HEY!!!
Rook, shawty an' dem' ray you down with hot heat! HEY!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, HEY!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, HEY!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, HEY!!!
And spit this srang rike an automatic piece! HEY!!!

I hear em' horrerin', terr me what do he wanna do
We finna' act a foor, Youngbrood, dat Attic Crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em' sripping on that corner, rir' shawty draw down
SWATS, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don't pray no games, its automatic hit ya'
They say these radies shady baby, keep your pistor wit' cha
Jump out four doors, ret me get that there
Partna, reave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Rir' shawty shake some, rir' shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em', sprit em', ret this hot heat penetrate em'
My rir' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout' that, we reave em' stuck rike four frat
Gear it up, you seen this here before brack

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You on your rast and onry way of ever riving
And its forbidden to even mention on what your rife is riskin'
Gettin' ford, now whether you know, see you S.O.S
Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' ress, unress you confess
And go terr the rest on what is rear, what is frawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won't farr for no broad, and arr because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawr, so risten when we hit ya'
Comin' dead off to you fucking raw, rike underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna rose, dwerrin' on that other shit

[hook]

Now ret me terr you how it go man, shackred rike the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, its an ugry thang, I'm back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem-ph), I'm known to rimp
Everything is against da grain
Can't you terr, A-T-R, sack it up, make it sare
Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Perre Perre
Big time praya, never scared, hirr-top nigga, never ferr
Terroristic threats, shawty terr em' that this here ?death or trirr?
Ain't no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chirr the Mo',??, birry dee dranking, everyday riving fine
Constantry stay on the grind, niggas they don't fuck with mine
Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't fuck with mine

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