On Fire
I'm not supposed to be high
Yeah, cause I'm the supply
If you not gon buy, I'm not gon reply
Aye boy, remind me who the fuck is on fire
Feel like Sosa, I gotta be fried
Aye yo boy, get the fuck off my tide
(Woah)
Pirate boy, I got doubloons
Siren hoe, she on the booze
She getting moist, I'm in the monsoon
I'm with my boy, he keep a harpoon
Run up on me boy, I get you took
That fire stuck to my hand like a hook
Yes I got it on me, shawty I'm from the hood
Check the selection, we got goods
I done just fucked on a dime
I didn't have nothing to do
And my boy, he next in line
I put my gang on the queue
And a redbone want some blue
I ain't tripping though, I want you
I'm gon need all your attention
I need to get right back to the tipping
I gotta keep on tipping the hoe
I think that I might take her home
That look in her eyes, she want to bone
Hop in my ride, I got her so wet
So ecstatic, so hot
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I killed the pussy like a soldier
Tipsy, she been on the Soju
Avi a fiend
48 hours on the codiene
Saturday showers, it's raining green
Shawty, I know you been waiting for this all week (Oh yeah)
I brought my dead friend Benjamin
I'mma throw him up on you
Turn it up louder
Pussy power
Go up and down
Fuck up the crowd
Play them like guitars
All I see is stars
I see the way you been working baby
You gon make it far
Oh she on fire, lights cigars
I'm watching you in slow motion
We like some motherfucking witches
We ride with the sticks and we sipping on potion
(Rubber bands off)
I'm not supposed to be high
Yeah, cause I'm the supply
If you not gon buy, I'm not gon reply
Aye boy, remind me who the fuck is on fire
Feel like Sosa, I gotta be fried
Aye yo boy, get the fuck off my tide
Flexing, finessing but I'm digressing
I'm here to show Starlet Pharma's selection
Avi aggressive, no disrespecting
I'll reach for the Bottega belt that it's kept in
Hop in the cedes, float
Going 184
Lil lady, you a professional hoe
And baby, I got exceptional stroke
(Fire)
(Rubber bands off, rubber bands off)
(Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands)
(Talking about a hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands)
(Rubber bands off)
Yeah, cause I'm the supply
If you not gon buy, I'm not gon reply
Aye boy, remind me who the fuck is on fire
Feel like Sosa, I gotta be fried
Aye yo boy, get the fuck off my tide
(Woah)
Pirate boy, I got doubloons
Siren hoe, she on the booze
She getting moist, I'm in the monsoon
I'm with my boy, he keep a harpoon
Run up on me boy, I get you took
That fire stuck to my hand like a hook
Yes I got it on me, shawty I'm from the hood
Check the selection, we got goods
I done just fucked on a dime
I didn't have nothing to do
And my boy, he next in line
I put my gang on the queue
And a redbone want some blue
I ain't tripping though, I want you
I'm gon need all your attention
I need to get right back to the tipping
I gotta keep on tipping the hoe
I think that I might take her home
That look in her eyes, she want to bone
Hop in my ride, I got her so wet
So ecstatic, so hot
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I killed the pussy like a soldier
Tipsy, she been on the Soju
Avi a fiend
48 hours on the codiene
Saturday showers, it's raining green
Shawty, I know you been waiting for this all week (Oh yeah)
I brought my dead friend Benjamin
I'mma throw him up on you
Turn it up louder
Pussy power
Go up and down
Fuck up the crowd
Play them like guitars
All I see is stars
I see the way you been working baby
You gon make it far
Oh she on fire, lights cigars
I'm watching you in slow motion
We like some motherfucking witches
We ride with the sticks and we sipping on potion
(Rubber bands off)
I'm not supposed to be high
Yeah, cause I'm the supply
If you not gon buy, I'm not gon reply
Aye boy, remind me who the fuck is on fire
Feel like Sosa, I gotta be fried
Aye yo boy, get the fuck off my tide
Flexing, finessing but I'm digressing
I'm here to show Starlet Pharma's selection
Avi aggressive, no disrespecting
I'll reach for the Bottega belt that it's kept in
Hop in the cedes, float
Going 184
Lil lady, you a professional hoe
And baby, I got exceptional stroke
(Fire)
(Rubber bands off, rubber bands off)
(Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands)
(Talking about a hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands)
(Rubber bands off)
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Writer(s): Avi Adeuxla
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