Dow B – Heaven

Dow B – Heaven Lyrics

Artist: Dow B
Song: Heaven

Oh my god, it’s cash with ryan
It’s dowb on the beat baby
Yeah, look
I pull on the i8 make sure its clean

Like those blue bottoms on my jeans
Huh, alexander mcqueens (huh)
And thats what i rock on my feet
Grr pow, trick or treat

Huh?
My body different hop out foreign and remember (woo woo)
That ed is a sex offender (yeah)
I came back again like i never left (grr)

Shoot a n#gg# up on the face grr pow (what)
He like ep but you put a d in the middle (in the middle)
Woo, woo
I’ve been in the zone

Shootin off proane
Put on my crown
Shoot out at the roll
The rolls royce got it exposed

Store got closed, it ain’t my fault
These n#gg#s are having some salt
Like what is you on huh?
Grr pow brr, stop it

And you know i never lackin always
Pistol packing
With them automatics we goin send to heaven
And we always send you to heaven

And i did 15 on my check ins
Yo internet connect straight to heaven
And autumn be blessing
Opti be flexin

Alarm do be in heaven
Woooo, big g jeanie , we stay crippin
Yeah these n#gg#s be trippin
I look at the opps like damn homie

You used to be the man, homie
You was talking all that sh#t, now you a fan homie?
100 thousand worth of jewerly
f#ck you n#gg# and you act a fool with me

I pull on the i8 make sure its clean
Like those blue bottoms on my jeans
Huh, alexander mcqueens (huh)
And thats what i rock on my feet

Grr pow, trick or treat
Huh?
My body different hop out foreign and remember (woo woo)
That ed is a sex offender (yeah)

I came back again like i never left (grr)
Shoot a n#gg# up on the face grr pow (what)
He like ep but you put a d in the middle (in the middle)
Woo, woo

Said i’m never lacking, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send ’em to heaven
Pull up, what’s crackin’, n#gg#, what you jackin’?
Find his body up on channel 11

Bag him up, groceries
Ain’t no exposing me, ain’t no controlling me
No, we don’t f#ck with them people
If i want you dead, then you dead

I pull on the i8 make sure its clean
Like those blue bottoms on my jeans
Huh, alexander mcqueens (huh)
And thats what i rock on my feet

Grr pow, trick or treat
Huh?
My body different hop out foreign and remember (woo woo)
That ed is a sex offender (yeah)

I came back again like i never left (grr)
Shoot a n#gg# up on the face grr pow (what)
He like ep but you put a d in the middle (in the middle)
Woo, woo
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Release Year: 2017