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Fire![Verse 1 - Rick Ross] |
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Riding in a cab but |
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I'm dreaming of a slab |
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Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math |
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Ten ice chains, |
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Prince like |
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JamesThe day |
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I made a stack in the trap, my life changed |
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Y'all ride swangers, we ride |
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DaytonsIt don't matter where you from, haters stay hating |
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Keep the windows tinted, artillery when |
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I'm in itWhip it in the kitchen before |
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Hillary became a |
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ClintonAssholes by nature, cash flow was major |
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In the old school, or |
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M codes and fragers |
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Started with a crumb, but turned it to a brick |
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They were calling me a bum, my turn, |
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I'm the shit |
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Razor flipped things, age of fifteen |
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Got a Chevy in that thing, blades like |
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Chris Creams |
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Rose on the wrist, when the shows ain't exist |
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Now my money long enough to put the fours on a six |
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Boss[Chorus - Lloyd] |
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From the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky |
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I'ma be a hustler till |
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I dieSixty in the clip in case enough pride |
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But all them haters want to try |
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So shorty what you smoking on? |
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Marijuana's what |
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I'm choking on |
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I don't care if you call me crazy |
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But street niggas getting mullah baby[Verse 2 - Trae tha Truth] |
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I'm still located in the gutter, fresh set of fours |
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Watching haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor |
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Pillowcases full of money, still ain't got no place to go |
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So I evacuate the safe, hit the hood and let it blow |
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You thinking |
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I ain't the king of my section, nigga you way off |
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My hustle make the killer amazing like it's the playoffs |
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In the hood for real, these corners |
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I never stay off |
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Satin black |
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Camaro, the |
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Challenger till the day off |
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Picture that |
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I remember of having visions of getting paid |
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Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting sprayed |
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I'm in that field with the trap around the third eye |
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This the National |
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Hood Geographics, call it bird watching |
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I'm this jungle rocking cinematic stones |
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Interstate, but the bread talking money so long |
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Pussy niggas mad because |
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I'm getting my money on |
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Who else you know got out the hood and put half the city on?[Chorus][Bridge - Lloyd] |
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My name Young |
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Lloyd, yeah you know what |
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I'm onMany girls are laid in my |
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StyrofoamAnd |
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I'm in the |
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H-Town, so don't play around |
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Or my nigga |
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Trae tha Truth going to lay you down |
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Rick Ross be the boss in the |
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Phantom and all |
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Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall |
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Some of y'all might call me crazy |
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But street niggas getting mullah baby[Verse 3 - The Game] |
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I'm a natural born asshole, is you? |
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Yeah, why? |
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Because it's do or die when them choppers in the air |
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I see clear as |
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Belvedere, you haters know this my year |
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Paid no attention to y'all, |
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I'm still thinking about |
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ShakurHaving suicidal thoughts in this |
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Phantom, it's a bitch ain't it? |
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Paid a half a million for this motherfucker, then paint it |
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Chinchilla floor mats, that's beyond paper |
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Me and Trae flying through |
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Houston like |
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Von WaferYou niggas ain't balling, you |
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T-Mack, you stay hurt |
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I order more |
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Pequa, got more rocks than a |
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Jay verseI used to sell pounds, watch ' |
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Mash', and weigh work |
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Got shot and woke up out a coma, could've been way worse |
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But now I'm living for my niggas |
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Locked deep down in the prison hole, with no vision |
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When I drop the top, |
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I do it for you |
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So close your eyes and let the sun shine through |
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Yeah[Chorus] |