lirik lagu the game – m.i.a. (3 heats)
“m.i.a. (3 heats)”
[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n-gg- try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n-gg- m.i.a.
[verse 1:]
swear a n-gg- stunting but i do this every day.
had them hoes bouncing on my d-ck like a chevrolet.
put on for my city n-gg- city on my face.
and i’m ‘bout to throw a party.
tell diddy send a case.
f-ck a square n-gg- i say it to his face.
rat n-gg-s quick to tell like a snitch n-gg- race.
my n-gg- frank told me take your time baking cakes.
gotta get to the money at a indiana pace.
n-gg- say they gon’ rob me.
b-tch you can miss me.
stay strapped up like i’m 51, 50.
more gauge than the motherf-cking pitcher.
get your -ss smoked like a swisha.
[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n-gg- try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n-gg- m.i.a.
[verse 2:]
in that metal, where you headed n-gg-?
to the f-cking gun range.
f-ck the paper n-gg-, shoot the whole f-cking gun range.
yelling out to cops soowoo here i come wayne.
bail only 100 thousand, n-gg- that’s your change.
back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
got a bentley and a phantom bet this b-tch don’t rub.
when you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
just turned 30 so i can’t be from young money.
it’s young money and it’s your money.
n-gg-s from the group then there’s n-gg-s wit your money.
hating on a real n-gg- cos he old and you not.
cut his hair, got some tats now he think he tupac.
n-gg- pulled up at the club tryna floss.
boy done grew a beard now he think he rick ross.
say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
how the f-ck you gon’ get a chicken off.
[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n-gg- try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n-gg- m.i.a.
[verse 3:]
n-gg- sold 10 million now they say i’m hollywood.
if i sell 10 more, sh-t i prolly would.
i done drove every car, i done sold every drug.
f-cked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
hoes tryna give me pills b-tch i ain’t into drugs.
coconut ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
paint the phantom all red call that b-tch derrick rose.
in and out of lanes, 24s insane.
just to think i got this far from selling cocaine.
i’m a stand up n-gg- get your grands up n-gg-.
take your -ss to staples get your rubber bands up n-gg-.
made all this f-cking money what the f-ck i’m gon’ cop now.
i don’t know but i’m coming through wit the top down.
too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
one more and i’ma catch up to tha carter.
[chorus:]
i keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
lebron james, chris bosh and d-wade.
any n-gg- try to stunt, get sprayed.
what happened to the body?
n-gg- m.i.a.
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