i'm on fire - 30 deep grimeyy & nwm cee murdaa lyrics
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
b*tch, i’m hot (i’m on fire), and who gon’ put me out?
b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, i had to put her out
shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin’ out
we could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
the b*tch got long hair, so i’ma pull it out
said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish i pulled it out
and now i got them racks, she just lookin’ now
promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
[verse 1: 30 deep grimeyy]
see me poppin’ like some grease, i made it fully, now that b*tch sizzle
twelve got behind me, couldn’t pull over, i had to zip a skittle
she gon’ eat the chicken to the bone and even eat the gristle
handicap stick on my glock, and it’ll leave you crippled
what? it’s on the floor, n*gga
when i catch yo’ ass in traffic, better blow, n*gga
’cause i’m the type to hawk you down in the snow, n*gga
you must not heard about that, at the store, n*gga
(huh, what?) you ain’t know n*gga
fell out with my blood ’cause he was f*ckin’ wit’ them folk n*ggas
shootout to miami, hit the trenches wit’ my zo n*ggas
thirty*six a bowl, b*tch we taxin’, we don’t know n*ggas
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
b*tch, i’m hot (i’m on fire), and who gon’ put me out?
b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, i had to put her out
shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin’ out
we could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
the b*tch got long hair, so i’ma pull it out
said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish i pulled it out
and now i got them racks, she just lookin’ now
promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
[verse 2: nwm cee murdaa]
it’s ten bands to book me, it’s zero to touch me
in other words, you touch me then this glock gon’ get to bussin’
my favourite gun the ak, i can’t wait to go to russia
if you ain’t from stl, then you gon’ prove that you can’t hustle
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like my lean h*lla thick, i mix it up like frozen custard
i missed the names that make me mad, i bet i up the biggest cutter
now i’m eatin’ lamb chops, remember eatin’ peanut b*tter
stop the roaches, please cut it
ten on yo’ head, i can up it
once you dead, ain’t gon’ rush it
no 42’s that’s gon’ touch ’em
only thing to wait is nothin’
them shots comin’ yo’ way, dumpin’
if he don’t die, he in a coma, or gon’ be in a concussion
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
b*tch, i’m hot (i’m on fire), and who gon’ put me out?
b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, i had to put her out
shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin’ out
we could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
the b*tch got long hair, so i’ma pull it out
said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish i pulled it out
and now i got them racks, she just lookin’ now
promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
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