Letra de Heaven - Premo Rice

What's Heaven for a Mack?

A hundred bitches that you coordinate

Hit the strip and get the chips, make them afford the cake

Wave 'em up, show them tits, bait 'em up

Uh, they like nigga is you movin' weight or what

Pure sound, do my rounds up in this shady town

Pussy pound, I lay it down, I'm sick, I dick 'em brown

Dapper on a bitch, keep some gold up on my wrist like shit

Game cold, give a bad dyke bitch my nightstick, nice fit

Booted up, up in the place to be

Lil shawty peep game, I think she feelin' me

Cup of Hennesey guaranteed to have her on her knees suckin'

From the back fuckin', benefits no lovin', no cuffin'

I'm the man, ain't into all of that

I use a ho for what she worth and then I'm falling back

Never stallin' jack, best believe I never settle for less

I do this shit with ease, my steelo better than best

So cut the check man, this shit need to get played on the West

This that drop-top anthem for the Summer I bet

I'm up next so tell your mans and them I'm coming correct

I'm holy water on the mic, bitch I bless

Uh

I get money, I fuck bitches (x4)

Fly honeys and more money (x4)

I do it for the hooligans

Uh, my music gon' make you move again

I got the sound to make your main hoe choose again

Hopefully she choose to win, I got the purple dank with a lil juice and gin

Add some Goose and Rem'

Finna get right tonight

Bag a couple big booty bitches down on sight

They lookin' tight, so you know my mack game on ice

I sold the dream before the team, I'm Coach Chuck with the pipe, rest in peace

I killed the pussy, kicked her out, I call it grief

Got metaphors for all the whores and all the freaks

So I need my respect and bitch don't drag the mink vest

Uh

I get money, I fuck bitches (x4)

Fly honeys and more money (x4)

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