Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
If y'all ready get your lighter and put your fire in the air
'Bout to blow this up (oh yeah)
(Is it?) It's on now
Petey Pab' done graduated
and kelly and the great monte kiffin
yo it aint a feild yall could serve us on
yo sapp tell em put a jersey u so tough put a jersey on
when we out in
hey stop put some weight on it
dont wanna give it to me mama ima wait on it
baby you worth it
not just cause the way you twerk it
this urk a jerk it
got
to post with Bandz
Used to slave at the club
You don't understand
5 Years denied my reference
You don't understand
Papi serving out the back
You don't
Awwww man
It's late as fuck
The sun is coming out
It's a long-ass night, but I feel good
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really give a fuck
I mix it with the lean
Mix it with the lean put the cherry on top
Turn the bass up girl make that booty drop
If you want some then pull up to my spot
you whip your hair
You set this club on fire (club on fire)
You make them other girls retire
I hope your hips don't lie
Girl let me check you
you know what it is
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man
If you don't, you should by now
Reppin' my town, when
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
you know who-ooh.
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
OK, now let me see ya do it, baby.
Don't be afraid, go now.
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it, baby.
Just go
my nigga just stole it so
Run away
Them niggas you with man I know they ain't holdin so
Run away
You wasting your time and playing with fire bitch
Run
full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we don't end up in your
And the one you keep your eyes on blurs you out?
Blurs me out
Don’t ask me how
This soft spot remains soft
After you scratched it way too many times
You were
And the one you keep your eyes on blurs you out?
Blurs me out
Don’t ask me how
This soft spot remains soft
After you scratched it way too many times
You were
Don't hold back, baby, give it to me
It ain't so easy to please me, ya know
Boy put it on me and then we can roll (yeah)
Brand new style come fi
Don't hold back, baby, give it to me
It ain't so easy to please me, ya know
Boy put it on me and then we can roll (yeah)
Brand new style come fi
on my way to hell with a full tank
I don't care what them boys think, 'cause what I'm on is a sure thang
Stackin' they money up like it's lego's, tienes
Ghettoooooo
We gotta make it out Ghettooo
We gotta make it out Ghettooo
We gotta make it out
Fiends ride rims with no tires
Teens don't want to help, it's No
put'n in the work Then you ain't getting paid
NO Nope I don't do no hand outs
Ya hustle whack that's why you broke Put ya hand down
Elevate ya hustle
out with a def design
There were no others there
But I didn't care
When the car rolled by, it made people stare
But are they more aware? (To the beat)
out like we in a game with all stars
You'll never see me fall off
So don't mind if you fall hard
We're up every night to entertain you all
It's a blue
strings
Too much smoke in my cabin perception shallowing
Fires made my scheme and I'm tired firing
It was all a trick not foreseen I put oblivion ring
Yeah it's Fleezy
Yeah Yeah Aye
I'm turnt up
Got that fire on me bitch don't get burnt up
I need bands like I robbed me a brinks truck
I got up with
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
Discuss these clubs on fire dont put it out by william Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In