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Chiddy Bang Ft Mac Miller – Heatwave + Lyrics

Chiddy Bang hooks up with the kid Mac Miller for “Heatwave” prod by Xaphoon Jones. Look for Chiddy’s tape dropping soon! “Pittsburgh boy Sidney Crosby”
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Download: Chiddy Bang Ft Mac Miller – Heatwave

Lyrics After The Jump!

Chiddy Bang Ft Mac Miller – Heatwave Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chiddy]
It’s not the same now
We done came ’round
And turned this music shit into another playground
And they some babies like Huey
Bars like a chewy
Long as life’s a movie I’ll be addicted to Louie, yeah
To all the haters and traitors I need a podium
Benedicts, tell these Arnolds hey, Nickelodeon
Special with decimals I’m tryn’a get my point across
Say they love me then they flip sides like a coin toss
Which one… heads or tails?
The way I kill shit, I should be alleged with jail
I’m on a ledge and still about math, parabola
Legendary shit, wrote raps in my brother’s Acura
Bro, back when they used to laugh at ya
Cause your parents from africa
President, but you cannot assassinate my character
Yeah, so check the fahrenheit these days
And stay hydrated, welcome to the heat wave

[Hook: Chiddy along with hook from “heatwave”]

Uh, yeah, it’s like a heat wave
There ain’t a place we ain’t been to these days
Yeah, uh, it’s like a heat wave
How we do it make it look so easy

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Ayo, this right here a heat wave
Keep it on the replay
Still we droppin’ bombs on these records, call it d-day
Yeah I’ve heard what he say, thinkin’ I ain’t shit though
Got these fools pissed like they just stubbed their big toe
All I do is give, though
In every single zip code
The walls closing in right now, you’re just a window
Homie, I’m the door from the ceiling to the floor
When I spit my verse these rappers ain’t rapping anymore
And that’s for sure, sorry to get cocky
Iller than you, and everybody in your posse
Homie, I’m probably chilling with some punani
Hotter than this wasabi
Pittsburgh boy, Sidney Crosby
Smoke veggies no casey, no broccoli
Tell your girl if she could please stop calling me, she buggin’
I need to put her on lock
Tired of f-cking that bitch, so I put her on top

[Hook: Chiddy along with hook from “heatwave”]

Uh, yeah, it’s like a heat wave
There ain’t a place we ain’t been to these days
Yeah, uh, it’s like a heat wave
How we do it make it look so easy