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[00:00.060]Fire![Verse 1 -Rick Ross]
[00:12.390]Riding in a cab but
[00:13.770]I'm dreaming of a slab
[00:15.060]Cooking ounces at a time, P***y n***a do the math
[00:18.540]Ten ice chains,
[00:20.160]Prince like
[00:21.270]JamesThe day
[00:22.050]I made a stack in the trap, my life changed
[00:24.780]Y'all ride swangers, we ride
[00:27.120]DaytonsIt don't matter where you from, haters stay hating
[00:30.810]Keep the windows tinted, artillery when
[00:33.030]I'm in itWhip it in the kitchen before
[00:35.070]Hillary became a
[00:37.380]ClintonAssholes by nature, cash flow was major
[00:40.140]In the old school, or
[00:41.490]M codes and fragers
[00:43.140]Started with a crumb, but turned it to a brick
[00:45.870]They were calling me a bum, my turn,
[00:48.360]I'm the shit
[00:49.290]Razor flipped things, age of fifteen
[00:52.110]Got a Chevy in that thing, blades like
[00:54.390]Chris Creams
[00:55.680]Rose on the wrist, when the shows ain't exist
[00:58.170]Now my money long enough to put the fours on a six
[01:01.380]Boss[Chorus -Lloyd]
[01:01.950]From the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky
[01:05.459]I'ma be a hustler till
[01:07.680]I dieSixty in the clip in case enough pride
[01:11.790]But all them haters want to try
[01:14.250]So shorty what you smoking on?
[01:17.970]Marijuana's what
[01:18.390]I'm choking on
[01:20.460]I don't care if you call me crazy
[01:23.250]But street niggas getting mullah baby[Verse 2 -Trae tha Truth]
[01:25.680]I'm still located in the gutter, fresh set of fours
[01:28.890]Watching haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor
[01:32.100]Pillowcases full of money, still ain't got no place to go
[01:34.920]So I evacuate the safe, hit the hood and let it blow
[01:38.340]You thinking
[01:38.940]I ain't the king of my section, n***a you way off
[01:41.400]My hustle make the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
[01:44.670]In the hood for real, these corners
[01:46.470]I never stay off
[01:47.640]Satin black
[01:48.360]Camaro, the
[01:49.050]Challenger till the day off
[01:50.550]Picture that
[01:51.060]I remember of having visions of getting paid
[01:53.490]Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting sprayed
[01:57.180]I'm in that field with the trap around the third eye
[01:59.850]This the National
[02:00.840]Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
[02:03.660]I'm this jungle rocking cinematic stones
[02:05.910]Interstate, but the bread talking money so long
[02:09.240]Pussy niggas mad because
[02:10.500]I'm getting my money on
[02:11.820]Who else you know got out the hood and put half the city on?[Chorus][Bridge -Lloyd]
[02:35.730]My name Young
[02:40.830]Lloyd, yeah you know what
[02:42.090]I'm onMany girls are laid in my
[02:44.850]StyrofoamAnd
[02:46.050]I'm in the
[02:46.590]H-Town, so don't play around
[02:48.900]Or my nigga
[02:49.620]Trae tha Truth going to lay you down
[02:51.990]Rick Ross be the boss in the
[02:53.910]Phantom and all
[02:55.050]Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
[02:58.770]Some of y'all might call me crazy
[03:01.740]But street niggas getting mullah baby[Verse 3 -The Game]
[03:04.380]I'm a natural born asshole, is you?
[03:06.930]Yeah, why?
[03:07.680]Because it's do or die when them choppers in the air
[03:10.290]I see clear as
[03:11.220]Belvedere, you haters know this my year
[03:13.560]Paid no attention to y'all,
[03:15.030]I'm still thinking about
[03:16.680]ShakurHaving suicidal thoughts in this
[03:18.390]Phantom, it's a B***h ain't it?
[03:20.130]Paid a half a million for this motherf**ker, then paint it
[03:23.730]Chinchilla floor mats, that's beyond paper
[03:26.190]Me and Trae flying through
[03:27.720]Houston like
[03:28.560]Von WaferYou niggas ain't balling, you
[03:31.080]T-Mack, you stay hurt
[03:32.190]I order more
[03:33.270]Pequa, got more rocks than a
[03:34.680]Jay verseI used to sell pounds, watch '
[03:37.530]Mash', and weigh work
[03:38.550]Got shot and woke up out a coma, could've been way worse
[03:41.790]But now I'm living for my niggas
[03:43.860]Locked deep down in the prison hole, with no vision
[03:47.730]When I drop the top,
[03:49.230]I do it for you
[03:50.340]So close your eyes and let the sun shine through
[04:12.780]Yeah[Chorus

文本歌词

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