Heaters - Lafa Taylor

Yeah

Lafa on the beat…

okay

Ahh, told you I got that heat

The shit to make a motha (fucka) jump up

The shit to make her pop that piece

I keep it real simple when I bop, yup

These other brothers not that neat

Somebody say, «Turn it the fuck up.»

And make a motha (fucka) drop that beat

I come in the name of love

Girl you can feel it in your gut

I fought for the name of subs

you can feel the beat in your butt

Peace and my (peace) in the back

shout out to my people in the front

Bass on blast

dance floor you can it at

I say (Let's go) Beat…

Its my crew, we don’t carry no heat…

but, I got, heaters…

but, I got, heaters…

Yeah, I got that Heat like Miami

this one’s for my family

that means you, if you don’t

what up let’s go hammy

feelin' fresh in the mug

like we on top of the world

had to freshen em' up and

the bassline drop for the girls

simplify that flow

switch it up on them dummies

she said, «give it to me nice and slow

and make sure that the kick-drum yummy»

I said, «Shit I got you Honey»

Then I hit her with an 808

You’ve been searchin' all night but I got it right here and it’s hot but there

ain’t no way

Shit I got more heaters than Sear’s

Cause that’s just how we do it

It’s like a 4G for your ears

You needed it and I knew it

Saying «cheers"to your fears

There’s always room for improvement

I’m tryin' to turn up that heat

Let’s get lost in the fucking music

Okay, Beat…

It’s my crew, we don’t carry no heat…

But, we got, heaters…

But, I got, heaters…

Okay, beat…

It’s my crew, we don’t carry no heat…

But, I got, heaters… Shout out to my boy

for always keepin' it hot

and thanks for doing the same thing to all these freaks on the spot

go ahead and lean and drop

and back it upon me real slow

then im’ma need you to bop and bounce to the beat of the lows

let’s go, superfreak, ultra funky

let me go deep, fall in love with her

gimme what I need, drop that duh duh duh

Talk about (bishia?) chop you off bubbala

She pop it off, make it whine

She bop to the beat and make it shake it time

She hit you with that shit to break your spine

you make a move too fast she’ll make you take your time

ooh Lord have mercy

She a queen and she know it

Got me a whole lot of thirsty and I be drinking up and she a poet

We can do it right here on the dance floor

We don’t even need to fuck

but uh you look a tid bit nippy

So baby lemme heat it up

okay beat…

it’s my crew, we don’t carry no heat…

But, we got, heaters…

But, I got heaters…

okay, beat…

it’s my crew, we don’t carry no heat…

but, I got, heaters… Yeah