Fire Fire (feat. Mr. Vegas)
You got it burnin burnin
I keep you yearnin yearnin
You got me so far gone
There's no returnin turnin
So ladies move them hips from the left to the right
Round and round til that thing feel right
Let it bounce let it pop
To the sound of the beat
Cause the heat got us drippin
From our heads to our feet I
I I I want you baby
I ain't trippin that fire drive me crazy baby
Fire fire
Blaze it up ten time higher
Make it burn like when fire catch kaya
Fe smoke the highest grade my desire woyo oh
And when its burning
And upside down the place turning
And a nuff nuff nuff respect we earning
Anytime we pass through people yearning for more
I feel the fire boy
Make me feel tired boy
Seems like I'm wired boy
Make me perspire boy
Keep it scortching hot
I'm like a sweat box
We steaming up the spot
Somebody call the cops
Work up an appetite
Yeah baby get it right
We'll do it all night slap it flip it dim the lights
I I I want you baby
I ain't trippin that fire drive me crazy baby
(Repeat Chorus)
Light it up and
Burn it down you just
Put those flames up
Make it hotter now
Spark that thing
We gettin heated now
So so hot we got uh whatcha needed now
Bust that shot and cock it back again
Smokin hot thats how we do it and
Temperature is movin up and up
Fire fire bring me up another cup
I keep you yearnin yearnin
You got me so far gone
There's no returnin turnin
So ladies move them hips from the left to the right
Round and round til that thing feel right
Let it bounce let it pop
To the sound of the beat
Cause the heat got us drippin
From our heads to our feet I
I I I want you baby
I ain't trippin that fire drive me crazy baby
Fire fire
Blaze it up ten time higher
Make it burn like when fire catch kaya
Fe smoke the highest grade my desire woyo oh
And when its burning
And upside down the place turning
And a nuff nuff nuff respect we earning
Anytime we pass through people yearning for more
I feel the fire boy
Make me feel tired boy
Seems like I'm wired boy
Make me perspire boy
Keep it scortching hot
I'm like a sweat box
We steaming up the spot
Somebody call the cops
Work up an appetite
Yeah baby get it right
We'll do it all night slap it flip it dim the lights
I I I want you baby
I ain't trippin that fire drive me crazy baby
(Repeat Chorus)
Light it up and
Burn it down you just
Put those flames up
Make it hotter now
Spark that thing
We gettin heated now
So so hot we got uh whatcha needed now
Bust that shot and cock it back again
Smokin hot thats how we do it and
Temperature is movin up and up
Fire fire bring me up another cup
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Edward Whiting, Mathangi Arulpragasam
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