HEAT!

(Ladies and gentlemen, niggas in isloo)
(What the fuck was that shit bro)

Umm
Oh shit

Rolling on niggas with penis
I am sorry, you know i need it uh
Bhusra the khusra gon feel it
If he got the bussy, then he is a homie
I am never lonely, and Talha be getting me horny (Yea)
Look at you, you need to floor me
I can get off in a seat
But bitches get stitches, thats why i fuck niggas
The dick i be giving elite (Bruh)
Slanging the slug off the meat
The kebab get stiff, when close to the fire
So i be givin niggas the heat
Heat, heat

Yea, ay
Bitch I am back in this
Yea I am so fresh fresh fresh like Bel Air
Oh shit went there
Baatein karte kiyun ye
Saaray mere lun pe agar
Niggas nai sunte
I just clap back, make tracks
Make hits, who that?
Fuck you and you, and that
Shit trash
Baat chod, jani armaan, got my maal
Make 70 u make 7 (None)
Go suck lun, jaise ur mum
Killed tracks, yeah this shit done
Bitch
Knew that already, I am done playing my nigga
Like Fariha ain't steady so don't push me
I'll push back, I don't push whack
Like fuck that, said what
Yea nigga I said fuck that like
(Bitch)



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Writer(s): Hassan Abdullah
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