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Feel Dat Heat - Rick Ross
Lyrics by：Rick Ross
Composed by：Rick Ross
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The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some b***hes and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Let's clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of p***y call it a drive by
I'mma slide by sipping on that high life
And my slippers jack triple where my five light
As a all-star I made so many highlights
Touchdown field goal this my night
She the wild type ready for the wild night
Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type
I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right
Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
Tryna to land a plane baby are you really game
Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing saying
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray
****ing her down for the few past days
She asked the name of my sneakers are they designer
Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
F**king like it's a porn in my recliner
Looking straight in the eyes they show ******
She's a liar but d**n she does it well
We on fire imagine what it'll sell
All my homies are people that I admire
Small clique of real n***as smoking that fire
Holding my **** until the day that I expire
We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
From gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea
Like the Mack 11 on me n***a no fear
Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead
In HD as I take an ounce to the head
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
Ya'll can't roll
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