Fire
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Rico Freeman
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