Lyrics

I got that fire like a stovetop glock get yo top popped Trappin' out my dope spot stuffing pills in my in my hoe cock Cause see I fuck with KC and I don't Know Jayz 30 thousand all hunnits that's a Blueprint 3 I'm not a rapper I'll clap ya I got Weight in these streets Last human hated me bitch that Niggas deceased Nef the Pharaoh pre rolls with that Nephew wax smooth Chang Chang ceiling bomb bitch I'm Dipped in ragoo You ain't got that fire, fire you're a Liar And that Reggie that you smoke Dont get you wired You ain't got that fire, fire you're a Liar And that Reggie that you smoke it Smell like tires I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Why they talkn bout they dry when I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Aye tell me how the game dying When I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire Aye you can catch me in the hood Cause it's good We ain't brand new all I want from Holly is the wood Aye you can catch me in the hood Cause it's good We ain't brand new all I want from Holly is a wood Please don't put no holly in my Mothafuckn' Blackwood I don't fuck with that Jugg Rico moved around so he good in all The black hoods He got his own image he won't Switch it up or add to it Yeah I heard a couple stories, he Aint even that good You know we lettem' talk of you the Topic than you poppn' Rico this shit is knocking when You Drop I gotta cop it I heard you fuck with the Bay and I Know you Rockn' Wit Stockton They stock it in Packramento and Then they sendem' to Compton (Bompton) Shout out to Killa City tho it's Feeling like we finna blow Had to hit up Mistah F.A.B. And Nef The Pharaoh to lettem' know I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Why they talkn bout they dry when I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Aye tell me how the game dying When I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire Mistah Fab boy I'm feeling like I'm Dolls Sims Thousand dollar bottoms on my Shoes what you call them Cardi B say bloody Fabby say WET And whatever you call these Morhafuckas all I know is they cost a Check I got Fire Roogies on some Yokohama tires You're a lame and your game has Already expired Boy I'm fresher than some Titty Milk High notes like a Choir Niggas thought I went to duke them Blue devils I acquire Boy I'm saucy drippy, niggas call me Sinky Blowing on some stinky, bitch thick As Pinky Wana suck me like a junky my pinky Is blinky Dope Era we the hottest thang in the City I put that on my Tee Tee we go wild Like Rere Stupid dummy retarded bitch I Invented Rere I grind you whine like Bebe and Cece Hot boy on fire man free my nigga B.G I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Why they talkn bout they dry when I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire Aye tell me how the game dying When I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire I got that fire I got that fire I got that Fire man I got that fire
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