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  • Текст песни Lloyd Banks ft. G-Unit - On Fire

    Исполнитель: Lloyd Banks ft. G-Unit
    Название песни: On Fire
    Дата добавления: 11.06.2016 | 02:15:22
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    [Intro - Lloyd Banks]
    New York City!
    You are now rocking with the best
    Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

    [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)
    We on fire - up in here
    It's burning hot, we on fire
    She'll take it off, if it get too hot
    Up in this spot, we on fire
    Tear the roof off this motherfucker
    Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)
    We get loose in this motherfucker
    Light the roof on fire fire fire

    [Verse - Lloyd Banks]
    Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
    26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
    This heat gon last for the whole summer
    Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
    Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
    Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
    I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
    But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
    Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
    Raiders cap back, all black gloves
    A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs
    These record sales equal more back rubs
    Not to mention the boy pack clubs
    His impacts about as raw as crack was
    Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
    I'm only 21, sitting on mills

    [Chorus]

    [Verse - Lloyd Banks]
    If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
    If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
    I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
    But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
    And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
    Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela
    I got a diamond about as clear as water
    And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter
    So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
    Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
    And I aint bias when I'm riding through the town
    Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
    She gotta be able to cum when I need her
    Tight ass pants, little wife beater
    Regular chick or R&B diva
    Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader

    [Chorus]
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