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Wild Fire

Triple One, Chillinit & Mitchos Da Menace

2,808Hip-Hop/Rap2018

Song Details

Wild Fire was released on August 13, 2018 by Triple One Records as a part of the album Wild Fire - Single

AlbumWild Fire - Single

August 13, 2018

LabelTriple One Records

LanguageEnglish

BPM71

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

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Lyrics

I been up all night, no time for rest,

I got propane eyes, with a perrier,

Mix my drink, think better yet,

Like I fucked your bitch now the bedding wet,

Seen my state I won’t barter,

See my dates I don’t boda,

Seen my face I bleed father,

Cease the lane and I’m nada,

Redhot, fuck a headshot, bedrock,

Said what, 42 be the send of, end of,

Discussion, you coming with nothing,

We blood in like cutting, no more,

Slept on, sucka next on, best of,

Drop bomb, trip 1 in the benz off, end of,

Discussion we sucking on uppers,

You crushing the blaze, I’m turning the grave,

And I’m ready right now, wouldn’t bet on my down,

(fuck the mould I break, shrug the shoulder ay)

thatsa 55 pound,but if he 25 out,

I’m a fuck the picture, got a suicide flow,

Came to fuck the bitch up, needa get in my zone,

201 ya sista, take a bita my home,

never touch the picture, I’m on it,

gone blow in a sec ma, wouldn’t wanna be on the road I get blood,

gone blow in a sec ma, swear to god I put it all in a tech truck,

gone blow in a sec I’m, sick of you fuckers imbedding your brother,

but running for cover, when gunning is butter,

if x is a cutter, you fuckers just fuck ups.

I don’t give no fucks for the past,

Still spit bars passing the weed,

in town with the youth and pound in the boot,

and my brothers stay running from an RBT,

hit the blunt with Triple One, then switch it up,

you motherfuckers can’t be me,

burning weed with some Herbal tea,

while Billy be on the guns like an rpg,

still in the dark I'm smoking,

still in the park with dope shit,

still got love for my ex girl and my next girl,

they both ended up heart broken, (uh)

Should I pray to god or pray to Allah,

just let the devil come take me to hell,

triple ones I’m on a triple six,

I keep the swisher lit while I be blazing the L,

Lights up, yes I light the roach,

with my heart beat under a microscope,

and I might just go the bill, where they slang ya sticks,

bang ya bitch for the lines of blow

Still wana hear my bars?

feel my pain, see my scars?

I treat my memories just like my enemies,

fuck it I bury them, bury them, (uh-uh-uh)

I said fuck the lies,I can’t breath-

sometimes but I must survive, must survive,

can’t breath but I must survive, must survive,

cause I’ve been here a Hundred times,

I said fuck the lies,I can’t breath-

sometimes but I must survive, must survive,

can’t breath but I must survive, must survive,

cause I’ve been here a Hundred times,

I wake every morning, thinking what’ll Marty do today,

Weather out my pain, So I never rock the blue or grey,

Head up on my shoulders got them boulders, cause I’m frugal now,

No love up in my pocket, Only dockets when they shake me down,

Aye, I gotta fat fill to lay, Pay, I run a tight knit all day,

Hey, rockin em up bring the pain, I click out the jaw and rotate the brain,

Feelin the wave in my cup, coughing a bomb out my lung,

Sharpen a blade when I cut, All the bitches wanna fuck,

Rip the tummy and the guts,

I’m on a fiery road, no sleep for the wicked I’m speakin code,

Some body done writ in my diary tho, they told me to run if I cut the node,

Whenever I’m on a permanent trip, trippin on ego and trippin on saggy tits,

I’m a motherfucking mind master, trademark my style and my yellow dick,

I’m talking bout airmax, thick brow, chubby cheeks, chinky eyes that’ll never cry,

Wet wet, drip drip, water round me, like an island I, can’t deny,

My mother says, I’m just a shell, my soul to take, not a boy that she raised up,

Got paper cuts up on my heart I’m underneath, stone cold when I wreck the beat,

Triple one, watch me triple dunk,

I start trippin cuz, smoking missile blunts,

And if chips get large then the shit will come,

But we got pistol bars, watch the grips get done,

Nah, no rap tough guy they bluffing,

And, they just act rough, they nothing,

Man, it’s fuck that stuff that you puffing,

Bland, same old raps that you touching,

Benders in bedrooms, I’m off of my head,

Bending my bars brudda, off with your head,

See she’s banging a star, ain’t no crossing her legs,

I’ll mangle your mah, till she’s swallowing eggs,

Fuck your shouts, I’m insano man,

You just play doe fam, I don’t play do’es jams,

Weak ass emcees the sao clan,

And if I catch them slipping I’m a take ones hand,

Ahh here I go tripping again,

Stick with the flipping, don’t dip in again,

I’m ticking this bomb wants a victim or ten,

Yelling sicker than kers with my dick in a fan,

Bitches want dick from the menace,

Grant em a wish back and forth like in tennis,

If you go stand in my court it’s a sentence,

I’m telling the brand and the source I’m a end-this, (cunts)

I am the one you should fear,

Mumma had four boys don’t fuck with us here,

Making some noise but you duds in the rear,

You faking ya noise but you done for the year,

I am back now, watch man disappear,

Their In backgrounds with hands in the air,

You gon’ back down, when I go track down,

When I lay tracks down, we gvng of the year

Written by: Blake Turnell, Conor Grealish, Dominic Kim, Martin Guilfoyle, Mitchell Steer, William Gunns

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