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"Keep Heat" is a track by Warhol.SS, from the album Chest Pains, released 14th November 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Whoa Kenny [Chorus: Warhol.ss] Listen, I keep heat, yeah We're out on these streets, yeah Keep ones on my feet, yeah We duck on police, yeah Eat up, we do feasts, yeah Just might fuck your niece, yeah Velcro fold like crease, yeah Work like elbow grease [Verse 1: Warhol.ss] Gosha my linen, I keep me a pigeon Made the decision, now codeine I'm pissin' Back to back bitches, I keep me a fifty Chop up the dough how she fuck up the kitchen Chef on my bitches, come stay with the lemons Take any doses, I pilfer the feeling Fuck with emotion, I can't see the ceiling I put the dot on the head like you Krillin Switch up the dot, keep the beam on the steamer Fendi my focus, I drip like a preacher Keep pressing on me and I lean like a meter My Cuban in cleaners, it needed a cleanup I switch up the pace, I watch for the Jakes I beat it like Zay, piano I play I play with the keys, and I move by the day Bust out the form, we swerving the hate I'm needing my check so I fly overseas Keep Undercover like I cut up tees Bitches bustin', they be sticking like fleas Slimy niggas, wipe your nose like a sneeze [?], niggas be wanting something Pissy, I know you're fussy And I know we tuckin' Niggas a dime a dozen He pour the Robitussin Keep Aquafina, put three in a liter I'm Simon they do it, it's follow the leader I trap in the bando, hit me on the beeper I pour when I'm landing, I'm kissing the Easter I'm fly like air force I keep me some horses I kill like abortion I popped an extortion In Paris, I need me some woods, I import 'em Nigga be fishin', like fuck it, I don't want it [Chorus: Warhol.ss] Listen, I keep heat, yeah We're out on these streets, yeah Keep ones on my feet, yeah We duck on police, yeah Eat up, we do feasts, yeah Just might fuck your niece, yeah Velcro fold like crease, yeah Work like elbow grease [Verse 2: Rico Nasty] Rollin' loud, smokin' loud Ain't have a car, I can't valet it now Talking shit, pulling up Point em out, like who the one who said it, now? Few pounds, touch down He said, "I never seen a bitch bust it down" Watch what you doing and who you do it to 'Cause what go around could come back around If money was milkin', I need me a cow Proving 'em wrong like did I hear a doubt? Gotta roll out, you fucking up my count You see what I'm doing, you know what I'm about When I count my stacks, that shit make sound effect Got these bitches really mad 'cause they see I'm in my bag They like, "Oh my goodness, you wish you fucking could, bitch" In a new car with a white girl, that's a Cool Whip Ain't no one to fool with Never on no bullshit Just made a lot of money and I spent it on that outfit [Chorus: Warhol.ss] Listen, I keep heat, yeah We're out on these streets, yeah Keep ones on my feet, yeah We duck on police, yeah Eat up, we do feasts, yeah Just might fuck your niece, yeah Velcro fold like crease, yeah Work like elbow grease Listen, I keep heat, yeah We're out on these streets, yeah Keep ones on my feet, yeah We duck on police, yeah Eat up, we do feasts, yeah Just might fuck your niece, yeah Velcro fold like crease, yeah Work like elbow grease
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