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



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Burgans
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