Mac Miller - Heatwave lyrics

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Mac Miller - Heatwave lyrics

[Verse 1: Chiddy] It's not the same now, we done came round And turned this music sh** into another playground And they some babies like Huey, bars like a Chewy Long as life's a movie, I'll be addicted to Louie Yeah, to all the haters and traitors I need a podium Benedicts, tell these Arnolds hey, Nickelodeon Special with decimals, I'm tryna get my point across Say they love me then they flip sides like a coin toss Which one, Heads or tails? The way I k** sh**, I should be alleged in jail I'm on a ledge and still about math, parabola Legendary sh**, wrote raps in my brother's Acura Back when they used to laugh at ya cause your parents from Africa President, but you cannot a**a**inate my character Yeah, just check the fahrenheit these days And stay hydrated, welcome to the heat wave [Hook: Chiddy along with Hook from "Heatwave"] Uh, yeah, it's like a heat wave There ain't a place we ain't been to these days Yeah, uh, it's like a heat wave How we do it make it look so easy [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ayo, this right here a heatwave, keep it on the replay Still we droppin' bombs on these records, call it D-Day Yeah I've heard what he say, thinkin' I ain't sh** though Got these fools pissed like they just stubbed their big toe All I do is get dough in every single zip code The walls closin' in right now, you're just a window Homie, I'm the door from the ceilin' to the floor When I spit my verse these rappers ain't rappin' anymore And that's for sure, sorry to get co*ky Just iller than you, and everybody in your posse Homie, I'm probably chillin' with some punani Hotter than this wasabi, Pittsburgh boy, Sidney Crosby Smoke veggies no Casey, no broccoli Tell your girl if she could please stop callin' me She buggin', I need to put her on lock Tired of f**in' that b**h, so I put her on top [Hook: Chiddy along with Hook from "Heatwave"] Uh, yeah, it's like a heat wave There ain't a place we ain't been to these days Yeah, uh, it's like a heat wave How we do it make it look so easy [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Motos and four tones they taking at me And more shine means more dough, it makes me happy In my city, swear I'm like a young Jay-Z rapping On the come up while you other n***as faking tactics I'm in a Dodge Maverick, these hoes live backwards Sign a contract and dome like five rappers Build hoes up, I'm like a contractor I can't breathe with no air, I gave her mind asthma Minding my pa**ion is what drives my actions Barry Bonds rapping, number one draft pick I never lied, I'd tap it I get high off actions I got a high pitch, you would think Mariah had it Hater n***a pants on fire, he's a liar, ask it If I could do a verse, but n***a I don't feel like rapping Put her in a hearse, k** it, got damn tragic You gotta know we top billing, I'm the main attraction

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