Cool & Dre (Cool N Dre) - MIA (3 Heats) lyrics

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Cool & Dre (Cool N Dre) - MIA (3 Heats) lyrics

[Hook] I keep three heats on me .45, Glock and a gauge LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade Any n***a try to stunt get sprayed What happened to the body? n***a, MIA! [Verse 1] Swear a n***a stuntin', but I do this everyday Had them hoes bouncin' on my dick like a Chevrolet Put on for my city, n***a city on my face And I'm 'bout to throw a party, tell Diddy send a case f** a square n***a, I'll say it to his face Rap n***as quick to tell like it's a snitch n***a race My n***a Frank told me, "take your time bakin' cakes" Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace n***a said he gob' rob me, b**h you could miss me Stay strapped up like I'm 5150 Mo' K's than the mothaf**in' pitcher Get your a** smoked like a Swisher [Hook] I keep three heats on me .45, Glock and a gauge LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade Any n***a try to stunt get sprayed What happened to the body? n***a, MIA! [Verse 2] In the mirror, "where you headed n***a?" To the f**in' gun range f** the paper, n***a shoot the whole f**in' gun range Yellin' at the cop car "soo-woo", here I come Wayne Bail only a hundred thousand, n***a that's chump change Back on deuces, front's on dubs Bet a Bentley and a Phantom that this b**h don't run When you worth twenty mill, you can shine when it's sunny Just turned thirty, so I can't be from Young Money There's Young Money and there's young money n***as from the crew then there's n***a with young money Hatin' on a real n***a cause he on and you not Cut your head, got some tats, now he think he 2Pac n***a pull up at the club tryin' to floss Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross Say he sellin' birds can't tell you what it costs How the f** you gon' get a chicken off [Hook] I keep three heats on me .45, Glock and a gauge LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade Any n***a try to stunt get sprayed What happened to the body? n***a, MIA! [Verse 3] n***a sold ten million now they say I'm Hollywood If I sold ten more, sh** I probably would I done drove every car, I done sold every drug f**ed all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club Hoes tryin' to give me pills, b**h I ain't into d** Coconut Ciroc by the case, give me groupie love Grammy nominated, ain't forgot about the stove Paint the Phantom all red, call that b**h Derrick Rose In and out of lanes, 24's insane To think I got this far from sellin' c**aine I'm a stand up n***a, get your grands up n***a Take your a** to Staples, get your rubber bands up n***a Made all this f**in' money what the f** I'm gon' cop now I don't know but I'm comin' through with the top down Too much to live for my sons and my daughter One more and I'ma take 'em to the Carter [Hook] I keep three heats on me .45, Glock and a gauge LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade Any n***a try to stunt get sprayed What happened to the body? n***a, MIA!

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