Lyrics:
fry 'fore I bother you
I'm no fire, baby I done got me a spot
It's the Commission rich man represented by cops
(Chorus - 2x)
I'm on fire, on fire,
get your cheese up
Dope man bitch!
Call me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45
I'd like to welcome you all
To the good game show
Today's contestant is here all the way from Pine Bluff, Ar
Give it up. For DANNY B
Got a lot more
never read my files
That evil ass judge fell asleep at my trial
This shit is wild, chickens gettin' as sick as the cows
Birds fallin' out the sky, fish
Frozen medallions, they come from Mesopotamia
The Sheikhs carry me in the
Streets out in Arabia
Tuna fish cans of black hash
Open caskets filled with
[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and see-notes
game got my eyes
would commission monuments on her bosom to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell
And I'll be
The coolest
would commission monuments on her bosom to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell
And I'll be
The coolest
the throne
Beat face and I'm Arkansas grown
The Ebony Enchantress is me
Legs up to my waist, talent you can't replace
Tina Burner on fire like the Hunger
entrepreneur what's assistance?
VC is c-C-E run the business
cll sales no commission, more like income less expenses
Comprehend this
What a hater tell me is
apartment
Parked in front the fan
And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York home game
With real life
of fish and wildlife scientists we've actualized impressive data
So much so that 2016 would discover two such creatures
Nesting in the heart of downtown
Took a risk and it changed my life
Wanna play games gotta pay that price
Wanna make bands every time I write
Smoking on za got me high like kite
[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and see-notes
game got my eyes
till ya stop and give commission to Ross
Ya label pick when you drop
I can't relate I'm the boss
(Huh)
Y'all don't even own you
You think ya got crown
And she need a promotion
We know they're other fish in the ocean
But she's fishing for gold bars and stars
With ice all frozen
Hoping one day that they may
the opposition tryna play me out position
Started selling. Getting paid. They tried to take me out commission
With everything I bogart. QU, we go hard
I'll snatch
played me
Like a video
No games, no lanes
Shawty lied to my brodie
I'm coming at her neck like kartels
She watching me reload my clip
Like this is some
steez
Peep game
I plot on different ways to make these styles ricochet through main frames
The day-to-day theme is turn these fake teams gangreen
My
get it straight i aint a crook just aint livin by tha book
but tha head game known so these pussy nigga shook
get ya diamond chain took just to find out
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