Girl on Fire
Say where you headed at
So you say I wanna fuck
When a nigga wasn't thinking bout
No headette
You like a hoe in front of Bernadette
Selling hot ass pussy asking
Niggaz for a cigarette
Nobody want that shit that you selling
You ain't washing on a daily
You know that pussy be smelling
I just thought you had some talent
Others graded you a D
What I look like being with you
You a walking STD
Talm bout i ain't fucking you
Bitch you ain't fucking me
Water can't put out yo
Fire bitch you burning everything
And everybody that really think
That you a bad bitch
Dey gon hop out da pussy
And be walking with crab legs
The Bible said thou shalt not spread
Code red call da ppl
She got ether should be labeled hazardous
Ion know who you think you is
You a bum ass bitch
Ain't even getting no bread
You on crumbing ass shit hey hey
O let's do it let's get to it
Only thing you had was music
Everything else bout you sewage
We can set it off like tifah
Or we can set it off like boosie
She a runner she track star
Feeling like you a toosi
Turn a hooker to hooka
And put that bitch in the air
Yea it's hot in Hell's Kitchen
But I get dine when I'm in dere
Seem like you had a lot to say
This here is only fair
I use to be gold digging
Now I'm produced by LaFlair
Fucking Right
And that's just how it is
First this bitch burning dicks
Now the bitch burnt the bridge
And you believing wat she say
Guess you one of Bebe kids
Make dat yo last time you
Introduce me to your lady friends
So you say I wanna fuck
When a nigga wasn't thinking bout
No headette
You like a hoe in front of Bernadette
Selling hot ass pussy asking
Niggaz for a cigarette
Nobody want that shit that you selling
You ain't washing on a daily
You know that pussy be smelling
I just thought you had some talent
Others graded you a D
What I look like being with you
You a walking STD
Talm bout i ain't fucking you
Bitch you ain't fucking me
Water can't put out yo
Fire bitch you burning everything
And everybody that really think
That you a bad bitch
Dey gon hop out da pussy
And be walking with crab legs
The Bible said thou shalt not spread
Code red call da ppl
She got ether should be labeled hazardous
Ion know who you think you is
You a bum ass bitch
Ain't even getting no bread
You on crumbing ass shit hey hey
O let's do it let's get to it
Only thing you had was music
Everything else bout you sewage
We can set it off like tifah
Or we can set it off like boosie
She a runner she track star
Feeling like you a toosi
Turn a hooker to hooka
And put that bitch in the air
Yea it's hot in Hell's Kitchen
But I get dine when I'm in dere
Seem like you had a lot to say
This here is only fair
I use to be gold digging
Now I'm produced by LaFlair
Fucking Right
And that's just how it is
First this bitch burning dicks
Now the bitch burnt the bridge
And you believing wat she say
Guess you one of Bebe kids
Make dat yo last time you
Introduce me to your lady friends
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Burgans
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