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Mo Fire
24.364
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mo Fire è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2005 da CM/Republic come parte dell'album Tha Carter II
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Data di uscita1 gennaio 2005
EtichettaCM/Republic
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM146

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yonny
Yonny
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Andrews Correa
Andrews Correa
Recording Engineer
Patrick Magee
Patrick Magee
Assistant Engineer
José Rodriguez
José Rodriguez
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Intro]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Put yuh light inna di air
Mo' fire, give 'em mo' fire
[Verse 1]
I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah
I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah
How real is that? You love 'em, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact
My biceps and triceps is ah, yes
[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Put yuh light inna di air
Mo' fire, give 'em mo' fire
[Verse 2]
I'm coming through in something new
The color is Smurf blue, I'm puffin' that purple
Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel
I get it like it is on a commercial, first too
This is verse two, it is worse too
I'll murk you like I birthed you
You **** small bubbles, I'll burp you
And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
My jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green
I'm like whatever, my shit mean and obscene
Now, I've been seen on a lot of different scenes
That mean I got a lot of different cream
[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Put yuh light inna di air
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I raise more fire to the man up higher
I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider, yeah
My dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion
Represent the jungle when the others just tryin'
I represent my mother like, "Baby, stop cryin'"
I know my papa gone, but guarantee he see us shinin', yeah
Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest
Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond
And you are seein' two or three times and
Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me
And I ain't even hidin', naw, I'm right here, baby
Right here, baby
She wanna walk and shit, I'm like, "Yeah, baby"
Yeah, baby
Battyman get the shotty to his head
Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed
I'll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie
You ain't nothin' but a profit
[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Put yuh light inna di air
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire, yeah
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire
Written by: D. Carter, R. Ferebee
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