Correction Lyrics On Fire by French Montana

Featuring(s) : Hollywood Fergie & Max B

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Lyrics

Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire

Key to the villa, fresh out with them killers
Montana, buy that Skrilla
Catch feelings, we don't do those
Hit it from the back, kick her out the door
Hit my phone, ain't no fun
All around, that's a home run
Spent the whole month, flying back
Your bitch hit my line, my line
Shots of Patrone, on the trap phone
Feds at my crib, no one home
Home alone, bring it back
All the hoes love me like Income tax

Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire

From the Coope to the Benz, no friends
East coast shortey, I hit up French
Waist so small, snif this coke up
Ten mile long bankroll, give me the Cho-cha
She alright, she love the gangstas
She love my voice, I love her swagger
Take her to the trunk
Fuck the bitch, all in the tub
I be deep, like ships in oceans
She so nice, with that devotion
When I fuck, she don't even hit the clutch
Bigger than a buck, shortey don't give a fuck

You nasty, boy, you nasty
You nasty, girl, you nasty
You nasty, boy, you nasty
You nasty, girl, you so nasty

Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire

Welcome to the life of Holliwood Fergie
Chicks wanna cuff me, feds wanna murder me
Where you at, mommy, why you wanna hurt me?
Front roe, but you still ain't churped me
Got me circlin the hood like a pager
North to the south, I'm a real changer
I'm tryna get you to the crib, you know what it is
Put my dick on your lip, let you take a sip
Better yet, fall back, and let you strip
Get your handcuffs, and don't forget your wip
I'm Holliwood Fergie, I know you wanna hit it
Come to my hood, if you wanna get it
Treat her like Halle, treat her like Woopi
M O B , nigga, I'm a sucker for the nooky
Cross over here, I treat her like a rooky
First come to the league, bitch, hit your knees

We did it in the Honda
She told me it feel better with a condom
Can't hit, till the game end
Snitches, we done rade them
You know I'm a beast, on these beats
Everything is all T B T
Teach me, show me the ropes
That's that thing, Polo
Solo, fuckin up a call back
Baby, I'm pimpin, I got niggas that's squintin
Tryna see what we do

Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire

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