Lyrics:
Strike like a match cuz I'm coming with heat
I'm in the big body hogging the lanes, she touching her body she playing for keeps
She is a freaky lil
and out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
You betta believe it
(You know who it is, Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, Lets Go)
I like the way,
a let all my blessings gone talk (Talk)
I leave on a day by the o (Yeah)
Dark shooters and strike shooters its a whole lotta game where am from (Paw)
I
on her face but by the lack of rings
Words lost their meaning long ago
Right around the time when she let him know
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be
out, we some head bussas
I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike
(Wha wha) and I'm ready to fight
Takin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in site
We
the light of the moon,I'll be comin'back
Ah,the gateway to this heart is off the latch
So if you wanna start a fire,then come and strike this match
Yeah,this
contributions
By carving them into our skin
You had your chance now it's our turn
Strike a match say a prayer and let it
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
We're
out
Show me the way out
Show me, come on and let it out
Show me the way out
Show me when you'll be home
Strike another match
Let us float on your
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
like barber pictures
But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand
I'll put to your head and let
That thing cut like barber clippers
But since the DA be
Shade shade
Protected by yves
Slay slay
Don't you agree
I praid, laid
All of the seeds
Took me some time
I took the time
I hold the key
They wanna
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
writing this list, and you can
Bet your own life
Ignore these scars on my wrist
Drown this house in gasoline and
Strike up that match, be the
Kerosene
Compliment me by jumping on my back
If you stab it, judo throw right through the cracks
Your silly prat is just straight facts
That black does match
outside
its cold outside
so strike a match,
ill light your fire
are you warm enough,
i need to know
and if you get out of control
i'll be the first one
to come through flying by like a ghost (Woah)
Deep within self as one feels innermost (Woahh)
I'm finna get it in a flash moving cruising doing the dash
I
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna
I ain't have a daughter coming, I'll go on run
I'm just playing, but would've did da dash
240 and some nitros in this FORD, I CAN GO WAY TOO FAST
But
the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin'
Standing by to watch the demise
Strike a match, watch the smoke fill the sky
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Gone on too long, now it's time to fight
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
The cold set in like a hurricane
Scribbled on the shivers by the border sign
Right into the eye of the lightning strike
The skyline burst in
Strike another match
To fuck with my engraved lighter
Dabbing ashes double
Since the day I last saw ya
I aspire for higher
But, I find comfort in
on glow wit da AB pendant
Niggas gone hate
But my boys still winning
Lil advise from a Young Fly Nigga
Life give you lemons
By B.B. Simons
Lil shorty workin
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