You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
This so there's so many ways I can go with this!
But I ain't trying to lose you motherf*ckers cuz you're slow and shit
So I'm a slow it up and shit
I Stand Tall little man for you I got to duck and shit
Cuz when I send these missiles I ain't trying to miss, Direct Hit
Shit I see them! And best believe it's going down like them bitches in your DM
But you never going to meet them
Owww! Them bitches just teasing
That only mean ya pimp game is way out of season
That's why you're a player for a reason
Your black Phil Jackson is clipboard season You understand my talk?
You understand why you see a King when I walk
And smell exotic when I spark
Why my Queen got her nose up, High when she walk! Cause we smell yall negus shit
While we listen to you bark
And yall Cats that's meow'n, Pipe Down
I don't got no time for no prowling, I'm Wife down, so get up love!
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
I'm all about my money clown! Let a figure violate they see how my money sound
When they hear a hundred rounds! I ain't flying nowhere but still keep a choppa around
Rude boy attitude I still keep them shottas around
I'll bake so much cakes shit I'm f*ckin Betty Crocker now
Losing is a downer so I'm popping mad up is now
I plant the seed and grow the crops like a farmer now
Get rid of the crops like New England did the Falcons now
Blow it down my comeback is crazy
They screaming out boss Brady
I'm like nah. But if you talking wins I'm like yeah maybe
But you still got to catch up Tom Brady
He did a 360 hit them with the 380
Another abortion his mom's got no baby
No green thumb, but he still Pushing Daisies
Sport a bald head, but I always keep it wavy
No Bakery but keep that pastry
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame Doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
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You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
This so there's so many ways I can go with this!
But I ain't trying to lose you motherf*ckers cuz you're slow and shit
So I'm a slow it up and shit
I Stand Tall little man for you I got to duck and shit
Cuz when I send these missiles I ain't trying to miss, Direct Hit
Shit I see them! And best believe it's going down like them bitches in your DM
But you never going to meet them
Owww! Them bitches just teasing
That only mean ya pimp game is way out of season
That's why you're a player for a reason
Your black Phil Jackson is clipboard season You understand my talk?
You understand why you see a King when I walk
And smell exotic when I spark
Why my Queen got her nose up, High when she walk! Cause we smell yall negus shit
While we listen to you bark
And yall Cats that's meow'n, Pipe Down
I don't got no time for no prowling, I'm Wife down, so get up love!
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
I'm all about my money clown! Let a figure violate they see how my money sound
When they hear a hundred rounds! I ain't flying nowhere but still keep a choppa around
Rude boy attitude I still keep them shottas around
I'll bake so much cakes shit I'm f*ckin Betty Crocker now
Losing is a downer so I'm popping mad up is now
I plant the seed and grow the crops like a farmer now
Get rid of the crops like New England did the Falcons now
Blow it down my comeback is crazy
They screaming out boss Brady
I'm like nah. But if you talking wins I'm like yeah maybe
But you still got to catch up Tom Brady
He did a 360 hit them with the 380
Another abortion his mom's got no baby
No green thumb, but he still Pushing Daisies
Sport a bald head, but I always keep it wavy
No Bakery but keep that pastry
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame Doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
This so there's so many ways I can go with this!
But I ain't trying to lose you motherf*ckers cuz you're slow and shit
So I'm a slow it up and shit
I Stand Tall little man for you I got to duck and shit
Cuz when I send these missiles I ain't trying to miss, Direct Hit
Shit I see them! And best believe it's going down like them bitches in your DM
But you never going to meet them
Owww! Them bitches just teasing
That only mean ya pimp game is way out of season
That's why you're a player for a reason
Your black Phil Jackson is clipboard season You understand my talk?
You understand why you see a King when I walk
And smell exotic when I spark
Why my Queen got her nose up, High when she walk! Cause we smell yall negus shit
While we listen to you bark
And yall Cats that's meow'n, Pipe Down
I don't got no time for no prowling, I'm Wife down, so get up love!
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
I'm all about my money clown! Let a figure violate they see how my money sound
When they hear a hundred rounds! I ain't flying nowhere but still keep a choppa around
Rude boy attitude I still keep them shottas around
I'll bake so much cakes shit I'm f*ckin Betty Crocker now
Losing is a downer so I'm popping mad up is now
I plant the seed and grow the crops like a farmer now
Get rid of the crops like New England did the Falcons now
Blow it down my comeback is crazy
They screaming out boss Brady
I'm like nah. But if you talking wins I'm like yeah maybe
But you still got to catch up Tom Brady
He did a 360 hit them with the 380
Another abortion his mom's got no baby
No green thumb, but he still Pushing Daisies
Sport a bald head, but I always keep it wavy
No Bakery but keep that pastry
You can call all the FDNY that you want but they ain't putting out this
Fire tonight
And I'm a add some more fuel to the flame Doc hit him with that gas
We on fire tonight
And shorty you acting real naughty what's your method baby girl cuz I swear
You on Friday night
I told y'all eye wide open you see that we wasn't joking
We on Friday night
Writer: Peter Nesbit
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