Joey Fatts - Latino Heat lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] That tan flag, that's on me You see your b**h, that's on me We don't window shop, we hug the block I can't leave the streets all lonely Machete swing like Danny My esse's that's brown power 9-11 turbo that's horse power That escobar, that's white power I keep powder like Montana Tony Tone, my drug grammer I make it snow on St. Nick What the f** you thought, I am Santa If her p**y dry like cana, the hoe gotta go right now I keep that .40 in my hamper, too dirty for the road right now You keep on thinking I won't clap ya, cousin Joe reload right now For them bucks we'll Warren Sapp ya, two 9's on spine back now n***a roll up, stop smoking on a roach, cause you remind of Pacquiao They yelling Papi now, my movement get around Tan [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Leaning all day, trapping all night You look like a lick if I ain't liking that price Youngin's won't fold, hit you for a strike Everything's a go, b**h we chopping on sight Chopping on site (x6) Hit 'em with with the drum we ain't coming back twice Lay his p**y a** down, boy we chopping on sight [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Triple H with that weaponry, f** boy Leave your head where your legs would be Summer Slam with that pedigree Flawless, f** her mouth and she jawless Got that work off in that Taurus Driving 'round with hard bargin's on Ric Flair, aka Brick Flair You looking like you a Lil Scrappy Them 'K 'K 'K clips near sh**'s real, slip and get your wig peeled Chopper make 'em bounce right to left hit that shoulder lean Tip Drill, Cutthroat, all my n***as straight cut throat We chop blocks you get cut loc, showtime you hit front row Your front line can get drumline when that drum go Them tips singing like Mariah Cannon Pop that p**y then I pop a xanny Uh, got it out the door Got hoes that are shipping off the O's Molly Maid got her slipping off her clothes She pop lock it and then drop it off her nose You mad cause I'm styling on ya Your b**h calling me your honor, swing that gavel on her p**y [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Leaning all day, trapping all night You look like a lick if I ain't liking that price Youngin's won't fold, hit you for a strike Everything's a go, b**h we chopping on sight Chopping on site (x6) Hit 'em with with the drum we ain't coming back twice Lay his p**y a** down, boy we chopping on sight