The Game - M.I.A. (3 Heats) lyrics
[The Game - M.I.A. 3 Heats lyrics]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
Swear a nigga stunting but I
Do this every day
Had them hoes bouncing on my
Dick like a Chevrolet
Put on for my city nigga city on my face
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party
Tell Diddy send a case
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face
Rat niggas quick to tell like
A snitch nigga race
My nigga Frank told me take
Your time baking cakes
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace
Nigga say they gon’ rob me
Bitch you can miss me
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher
Get your ass smoked like a swisha
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range
Fuck the paper nigga
Shoot the whole fucking gun range
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne
Bail only 100 thousand
Nigga that’s your change
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs
Got a Bentley and a phantom
Bet this bitch 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
Niggas from the group then there’s
Niggas wit your money
Hating on a real nigga cos
He old and you not
Cut his hair
Got some tats now he think he Tupac
Nigga 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 fuck you gon’ get a chicken off
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
Nigga sold 10 million now
They say I’m Hollywood
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would
I done drove every car
I done sold every drug
Fucked all the hoes
Popped every bottle in the club
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch
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 bitch Derrick Rose
In and out of lanes, 24s insane
Just to think I got this
Far from selling cocaine
I’m a stand up nigga get
Your grands up nigga
Take your ass to staples get
Your rubber bands up nigga
Made all this fucking money what the
Fuck 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
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
Swear a nigga stunting but I
Do this every day
Had them hoes bouncing on my
Dick like a Chevrolet
Put on for my city nigga city on my face
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party
Tell Diddy send a case
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face
Rat niggas quick to tell like
A snitch nigga race
My nigga Frank told me take
Your time baking cakes
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace
Nigga say they gon’ rob me
Bitch you can miss me
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher
Get your ass smoked like a swisha
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range
Fuck the paper nigga
Shoot the whole fucking gun range
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne
Bail only 100 thousand
Nigga that’s your change
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs
Got a Bentley and a phantom
Bet this bitch 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
Niggas from the group then there’s
Niggas wit your money
Hating on a real nigga cos
He old and you not
Cut his hair
Got some tats now he think he Tupac
Nigga 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 fuck you gon’ get a chicken off
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A
Nigga sold 10 million now
They say I’m Hollywood
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would
I done drove every car
I done sold every drug
Fucked all the hoes
Popped every bottle in the club
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch
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 bitch Derrick Rose
In and out of lanes, 24s insane
Just to think I got this
Far from selling cocaine
I’m a stand up nigga get
Your grands up nigga
Take your ass to staples get
Your rubber bands up nigga
Made all this fucking money what the
Fuck 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
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D Wade
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A