Lyrics:
Ain't nobody got the style like you
Ain't nobody got the fire like you
Pull up to the club in a bentley coupe
I know you wanna see what I can do
Put you
the fucking club up
No matter what time it is we always on the turn up
Order another bottle put it on my tab run up
Put the blunts in rotation keep
Fire up the kush she hit it now this?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See
motherfucker put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why?) Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (haha)
I am a guest in this house
not beautiful"
It's not beautiful, nah
Now why'd you wake me up
I'm already woke
Put out that fire there's too much smoke
That's right I'm about
smash, my skills take out the trash.
This final destination will leave you bracing for a crash
With Mario, you better know I'm throwing fire at these
vision, they closed down the youth clubs and build a new prison
Just lost my pop's I weren't close with him, but it felt like part of my soul's missing
to catch a club
I want to catch a plane
I want to put you down
I want to take you home
I want to catch ya name
Put it on a chain
Put you in the game
Might
of the month after I put out that grease fire out with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin' a lot of attitude
Ok,
might be able to put this out in the world
But it'll be as trusted as fake rusted pearls
I know very few know who I am
But I'm happy to be where I
all of that cake for me
Baby buss a whine, put that fire, put that bass on me
Move it tastefully
I abide by these bitches, do it faithfully
It's like
man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did
gonna bite
I don't light fire
Grab it, choke it, hold it down
Ride it ruff ryde
I can give you what you need
Or give you what you like
But the pay
three of my eyes
Cause girl you on fire, you on fire, you on fire now
Girl you so fire that I ain't trying to put your fire out
Girl you so fire these
do what You always do
So when I say I'm on fire for You
I mean it my Lord
I'm blazing hot for You
I'm on fire
You can't put me out
You can't put me
time you jump out and your dawg go in
You know years go by
To where you be like y'all done
Spent all this time away from each other
Fuck, we don't
why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
, ain't a nigga gon make us get sidetracked
From this paper, we fire gats
Put it in end wit tai cats
And that shit you describe as rap
Is my life
a little famous
when im in the club and i bet they gon' play this
Tell me what you like and I'll put it on your playlist
Spend a little dough and there ain't
, don't it
Hard time go by, don't it
You see me and I know you know
You see me and I know, know
You see me and I know, know
Trees on fire, flame went
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
crowd when the dj he shouted out This club is burnin! awwwwww It’s burning on fire (Is this really legal? And I could smoke all day?) The club is burnin
(Fresh out the bank)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give
it
You're mad wack on a Mic but you swear that you ripped it.
(Chorus)
1900s Bert Williams got poetic on a track;
Then the Harlem Renaissance put
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