Fuego (feat. Tony Clifton & Black Stephan)

Im up in the club and chillin
Lookin at beautiful women
Got an outfit made of linen
Juice and gin is what im sippin
Roll a mercedes on sapatos
Lil mamis they say me wafo
When it come to gettin ladies, wahalo i am the guato
Baby im the sayote
He lonely up in ecedos
Swape is your deoderant im top of that enrigo
Sharper than open chill
Tell your boy he need to chill
Doin it like deangelo this time around how does it feel?
Wanna get up on a track like this
Wanna get up on a track he twist
And i know that you go got to put somebody who aint lackin shit
Aint nobody thats bad as him
And even nobody thats half of him
These niggas they really be takin it serious and i'll only be practin
He like the ratazen
Girl im the bilajio
Come and get with the man so you can quit messin with monte coke
And imma make you cream baby
You can call me dryers
And i might just make you sting
Cause ypur boy he got that fire

She better than and call me
Up in the back of the party
All my men got that fuego, fuego

One way is sy elando
Is sy veno deniro
For ki ki ing fuego, fuego

In a place like holly
And a j lo body
Lil mama got that fuego, fuego

Girl that body let the profitdos
And im lookin like ramados
Mama knows, shes fuego, fuego

Rollin up to the valet, somethin
Her bentley was wearin buttons
Her body was wearin nothin
We cuttin, end of discussion
But i gotta tell you when she walk
You can hear congas goin off
Lil mama was just a fox
She nas was lookin soft
Now baby she the sayote
Then my good girl espanos
Watchin out for the fort novia when she lookin like she sports center and
Delelarofa
And gettin hotter than sofa
She walked in and shook her col
I got them other chicks el losa
She be doin a hella big
But if you sell up in
I bet you she go make you wanna get up in the hella quit
She came to the back of the V.I.P.
And started to put that thing on me
She showed me the biz, i know what it is
Now we get a crack in major league
Now what she go say on me
Cause i aint gotta pay no fee
You niggas so overt, i double it
Go stay low-key
You got a dime piece
I got a bankrupt
Change and currency on me
Or pay sos is play-doh

You and me, we make fire every time that i sit on it
Im gonna make it hot when i be your scratch-out and rip your shit
Whether in the club or in the tub we was meant to be
You the perfect chick and im so sick so lets roll the script
Haters wanna trip cause what she dib i see acitibs
Just to get a glimpse muaos muchachos must pass the chips
Take her to a caso with her oko a blocka aba knocka till shes burnin and send her home to her papa



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Butler, Michael Mccain, Steven Williams
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