Miss Fire

Welcome, welcome to the show
The end of the show too
Cause I don't want to do it no more

It started at a young teen age, geeked flipping through the rhyme book, free fame
Tweek leave mind shook and maintain cult leader status from Dallas to Vindiana
I don't want the anus, bitch
Hannah Montana, ran that shit, branded with mint green hair
Tangelo for the rolls, blue stripes, it's Super Saiyan
I'm playing with Riri braids like Tyler and A$AP gay, and
Relationship is Rocky, talk about some problems, probably solve it if you top me
Cocky with the fucking yacht bro, I bought it with a notebook
Three color pens and Kahlua guava soda
Knew some dudes up out of Boulder who promoting for the show
It's a load of hoes who go to school and post that Vonnie poppin'
I'm a topic when you buying condoms and the fucking locket
I'll be honest, I feel like Frank
Pussy stank, get replaced by a bitch I don't like
It's alright thought
Tightrope panties with pansies, a panoramic
Atlantic to Santa Monica, transit?
Nuh uh
I'm chilling with Miss Fire
My type is bring a lighter and she be my supplier
So I'm gon' invite her, uh huh
Don't bother me, gon' to boat, bottom it
Choke the throat throttle it, oop my own model bitch
How did I cop it, I don't know
Used to sell, uh, this was out of a Volvo in '04
Whoa
Since a baby, since a child, a wild survival style
You're mild
I'm Diablo habanero, sugar sweet flows, churro
Keep my zeros in a stack and my stack in the floorboards
Award tour? I'm not sure
What if someone find my sack stash
Even security can't know where the cash at
And that's that



Credits
Writer(s): Vincenzo Tamburina
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