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Fire Right There
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What the f**k you sayin'? Man, bro, I swear Oh, Leek, oh, Leek Dumb a** This [?] Leave that fire?right?there Leave that fire?right here (Oh, yeah) I had a?buccaneer (Come on) Miluwakee Bucks in here (I promise) Feel no evil there (I never) I caught the Glock, another charge, I make me drop some tears It's just me OD and baby Jay, three musketeers (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah) He dropped the VVS' and he smile from ear to ear (Yeah, yeah) He got his d**k caught in his zipper, crackers took his whip (Yeah, yeah) So now I'm bendin' in this rental with this Colt, four fifths Standoff got my clutchin' like a dyke, I'm coming off the hip (Come on, come on, blatt) I don't know sh*t you talk about, I can't believe it's real My n***a been in parking lots and keep this stainless steel I told them crackers, bring my n***as back on the field You think you a shooter, he tryna recruit him, bring the head back off Oops, where I am We'll kill you, can't f**k around, can he ran Brand new Glock, it's tan Sh*t f**k around, hit the fan We gotta stop all this playin' Might just tussel and n***a, you dusty, lil' n***a, then help him again I had to just tussel, my n***a, we fight that that sh*t out and smoke at the end These n***as took guns to a whole 'nother level Sh*t, we just gon do what you did Mama told me you gon' reap what you sow and get out and whatever you did Wasn't countin' no bodies, this sh*t here a hobby I be on target, get paid just to sit That ho eatin', buddy gon' please her Lil Jack still be givin' her d**k I got a nina for all of that talkin', but I'ma just start with the set And we don't join up with no n***a, this sh*t ain't a game, we do not expand I'm tryna corrupt lil' n***a, I catch him down bad with his d**k out his pants Leave that fire right here (Oh, yeah) I had a buccaneer (Come on) Miluwakee Bucks in here (I promise) Feel no evil there (I never) I caught the Glock, another charge, I make me drop some tears It's just me OD and baby Jay, three musketeers (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah) He dropped the VVS' and he smile from ear to ear (Yeah, yeah) He got his d**k caught in his zipper, crackers took his whip (Yeah, yeah) So now I'm bendin' in this rental with this Colt, four fifths Standoff got my clutchin' like a dyke, I'm coming off the hip (Come on, come on, blatt) Ayy, bend this ho, dip, low and jid Never bang, change my color wig I'm a ghetto b*t*h, I'm a ghetto kid My shoes don't go, had to match my fit Shorty on go, ready to fight If he thirsty, he clutchin' his pipe Seen him, caught him, get in right I'm 'bout whatever and f**k who don't like Yeah, pop my sh*t, you will Lil' a** boy, they d**k on shrimp If you hit this, n***a, you rich Real a** pimp, we just payin' for the trip Real freak, ho, took another molly Head come first, n***a, don't try me Fit mismatch be lurking tryna copy Baby daddy got good brain, good sloppy You know I'm in the feelin' when cash in your hand I ain't even saw that a** in the Benz I ain't even saw that a** in a trance Runnin' up a check, b*t*hes mad with their friends All in they mouth like pineapple soda and Backwoods is his odor Ain't tryna talk to the n***a, wait, hold up Ain't tryna talk to the n***a, wait Leave that fire right here
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