KEME - Heater (feat. Kiienka)

My bars they fly over your head
My ex gave the best head
Like a passer man, I lead
My generation huh it's dead
Might just call my ex for sex
Pick up you know you the best
Cum on her face cum on her breast
Man I always leave a mess
Her pops called that I hit her in his home he ain't got no evidence
The family we cool we all friends
Then I hit that bitch again
Keme you the only one
I'll run raps around the sun
For that dick, I'll turn into a monk
For that dick, I'll turn into a punk
I got bitches switching they religion
Kids swallowed in the kitchen
Only goal to make millions
Actually na it's to make billions
A billionaire before I'm thirty
I'll never touch a mic again
Asked her can you bring some friends
Slim thick, bitches curvy
Mazel Tov, Merry Christmas
Niggas got me on they hit list
Bitches got me on they wish list
Fuck em all I handle business
The don is back
My stomach is fat but I'll handle that
My pockets are fatter I'll run with that
Sending money back I'm tryna buy some land
Out the country, we fly in with contraband
Pussy wet feel the juice dripping down her pants
Money talks I rapped that now they in a trance
Back to work man I'm making tall bitches dance
Influencers and cooks I gave them a chance
Couple nail techs I hit one of them in Trans
Amadi my dick felt good in her hands
On my lap, the cash tied up with rubber bands
All that clapping but I don't see any hands
Bitches coming for me like a job center
If die imma die chasing cheddar
Gucci belt on my waste bitch it's pure leather
Don't ignore the weather bitch go get your sweater
Ain't giving mine out for you whenever
If you Polomi I'll show you I'm Clever
Four years later still getting judged by the past
She don't know me that's why I just had to laugh
Bout the past your relationship didn't last
Come at me but the same things you did it back
I was rooting for you only showed love
When it comes to me I'm the black dove
Imma bury niggas in bathtub
Not with soap nigga talking suicide
Looking fresh to death in my suit tie
You get it, it flew over let it glide
Bounce to the beat nigga let it shake
I'm tired of niggas that cap in they rapping so I step on necks and I let it break
200 an hour don't press the brake
I'm working so hard man I need a break
We throwing up money go get a rake
I just hit a lick, I'm richer
All my niggas pushing P UP!
Getting money stacks on relay
But these niggas think I fell off
I'm just out here getting better
(Better, better, better)
Wrist stay wetter than the ocean
Bitches got me on their wish list
Niggas arguing who the best is
Fuck like they don't already know this?
I been popping tags for days
I guess I was on vacation
But I'm back to going stupid
Fuck the beat up lay 'em dead
Flow so sick just like Ebola put the city on the map
How many times I gotta do this 'fore you niggas understand
I'm the best to ever do this shit I gotta go again
Feds watching on the d low, that's why I stay on the road
Road to riches, gotta get this bag and take care of the fam
What's popping, what's popping
Ph to the world nigga, let's get it!

Written by:
Kemejika Owhonda, Kienka Johnson

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