Fire Desire
We deserve to pop it from time to time because we worked for it
Then it's so natural cause a niggas really just being they self to
That shìt facts like thats facts they don't even know
Like I might go a month with out talking to you and might just link up
And go bowl for like 2 3 days straight
Yeaaaaa yeaaa
Yea yeaaaa yeaaaa yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yuhhh
Head fye legs fye
I wonder if she got fire
Fye Yea it's fye
On fye
Its on fire
I hit from the back ain't no accident
He ain't got no money he acting rich
They always ask am I drugrixh
And I got so much nigga can't even get to me
You reach for the charm boy you gone be history
He hit the clean dope it's listerine
The J hit the test dope it was clean
Trap out the trap baby what you mean
I fly to the west coast wit my people
I gotta tell you nigga we ain't equal
She say I'm one of a kind
She say that I'm one of a kind for real no lie
Head fye legs fye I wonder if it's fire
She got fire
The type of pussy that'll make you retire
She wanna slow down and get higher
I got some racks put my hand on the Bible
We still that package in nigga free Tyler
That's bags I came up off a 7 of the gas
That's why these fuck niggas be mad
I re'd up fast
Don't fuck that bitch that hoe in the past
That nigga so broke that boy need him cast
I step in balenci these racks on my feet
I fuck with you bitch but you know we can't meet
Head fye legs fye
Wonder is it fire
Fye yea fye
Yea head Fye legs fye she on fire
Yea head fye she on fire
I trap off the wifi baby I'm lit
I'm Taking a sip of the drank
She fucking with me when you can't
Baby you can't stop the rain
Baby you can't stop the pain
Maybe I smoke it away
Ooo baby I hope you ain't going away
Baby think that it's to late it ain't never to late
Smell weed all in our room
This money make you lift it up
Bitch I can throw it
Baby pick it up
I wonder if she got that fire in her
That fire desire that make you lust
Girl go all the way it'll make you fuck
You fucking somebody you know you can trust
Head fye legs fye
It ain't nobody it's just us
Wonder if she got fire
Yeah its fye legs fye
Wonder if you got fire
On fye yea on fye
If you she got fire
Yea yea hmmmm she on fire
Then it's so natural cause a niggas really just being they self to
That shìt facts like thats facts they don't even know
Like I might go a month with out talking to you and might just link up
And go bowl for like 2 3 days straight
Yeaaaaa yeaaa
Yea yeaaaa yeaaaa yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yuhhh
Head fye legs fye
I wonder if she got fire
Fye Yea it's fye
On fye
Its on fire
I hit from the back ain't no accident
He ain't got no money he acting rich
They always ask am I drugrixh
And I got so much nigga can't even get to me
You reach for the charm boy you gone be history
He hit the clean dope it's listerine
The J hit the test dope it was clean
Trap out the trap baby what you mean
I fly to the west coast wit my people
I gotta tell you nigga we ain't equal
She say I'm one of a kind
She say that I'm one of a kind for real no lie
Head fye legs fye I wonder if it's fire
She got fire
The type of pussy that'll make you retire
She wanna slow down and get higher
I got some racks put my hand on the Bible
We still that package in nigga free Tyler
That's bags I came up off a 7 of the gas
That's why these fuck niggas be mad
I re'd up fast
Don't fuck that bitch that hoe in the past
That nigga so broke that boy need him cast
I step in balenci these racks on my feet
I fuck with you bitch but you know we can't meet
Head fye legs fye
Wonder is it fire
Fye yea fye
Yea head Fye legs fye she on fire
Yea head fye she on fire
I trap off the wifi baby I'm lit
I'm Taking a sip of the drank
She fucking with me when you can't
Baby you can't stop the rain
Baby you can't stop the pain
Maybe I smoke it away
Ooo baby I hope you ain't going away
Baby think that it's to late it ain't never to late
Smell weed all in our room
This money make you lift it up
Bitch I can throw it
Baby pick it up
I wonder if she got that fire in her
That fire desire that make you lust
Girl go all the way it'll make you fuck
You fucking somebody you know you can trust
Head fye legs fye
It ain't nobody it's just us
Wonder if she got fire
Yeah its fye legs fye
Wonder if you got fire
On fye yea on fye
If you she got fire
Yea yea hmmmm she on fire
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Writer(s): Tyler Thomas
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