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fire hazard - c.m.l. lyrics

[intro: 5star bub]
yeah, king business, n*gga
911, n*gga, yeah
look

[verse 1: 5star bub]
they keep sayin’ that it’s trigger play, on trigga mobb, i’ma lead the way
tryna see how these n*ggas actin’ in the reaper face
i been out here stackin’ my cake, no easy*bake
i just ordered me a five*seven, n*gga, we can play
i’m tryna send a couple n*ggas up where jesus stay
and i keep the hk on me, that’s my jesus piece
i could be a n*gga best friend or worst enemy
it’s broke chains and fullies burstin’ if n*ggas mention me
brought dracos and su*16s for the whole infantry
got play*doh and play with them drums, that’s why they envy me
and we on whatever they on, we do it instantly
four*five break n*gga’s bones soon as it enter him
headshot in back of the car just like the kennedy
them n*ggas slid, you didn’t slide back, direct penalty
them n*ggas ain’t livin’ like that, they gon’ remember me
chase a n*gga down without no sympathy
big mouth bass, trust me, can you eat this fifty*piece?
two n*ggas came, but it felt like them n*ggas was fifty deep
they gon’ play them games and make me pull out them fully things
i’m the bully, n*gga, can’t no n*gga bully me, g*o*d
[verse 2: c.m.l.]
yo, .223s’ll chop a n*gga down like lumberjack
i’m from the 30s, we strike n*ggas like a thundercat
overk!llin’ my opponents, ain’t no comin’ back
got a dirty baby draco with a drum attached
so if it’s on, then it’s on, we invade n*ggas’ homes
headshot bust his dome, i’ll get a n*gga gone
smack him just for lackin’, leave his body all alone
whoop him like a man just for actin’ like he grown
can’t too many handle that, slidin’ in a cadillac
the shotty hit his body, got him flippin’ like an acrobat
caught him with his b*tch, they was jumpin’ like a camel back
put the fire to his top, he meltin’ like some candle wax
i ain’t got no competition, rest in peace my opposition
k!ll ’em when the chopper kickin’, ready for the consequences
money over everything, on my million*dollar mission
c.m.l. be statin’ facts, n*ggas know they gotta listen
wild like a cougar, wake ’em up like freddy krueger
all i hang around is shooters, leavin’ bodies in the sewer
and we don’t do no drive*bys, we pull up on a scooter
if your b*tch get in the way, bullets rippin’ through her hooters
rrat

[interlude: cashcl!ck boog]
what up, lav? (what up, though?)
what up, bub, n*gga? (what that star sh*t like?)
what’s that trigga sh*t like, though? (that trigga sh*t like, though? you hear me)
ayy
[verse 3: cashcl!ck boog]
don’t talk about no bodies ‘less you caught a couple
me and low, we used to take sh*t, get it off the muscle
at the parties forty deep, goonies causin’ trouble
any problems, air it out, ain’t no pausin’ nothin’
if i could, n*gga, i’d drill all the suckers
learned at an early age it was all or nothing
at an early age, i was taught to dog a woman
jerrita left me as a kid, i thought my mom didn’t love me
crackers hit my lil’ dog with so much time, mclovin
still sendin’ jpays, still wirin’ money
havin’ withdrawals from lean, somebody find it for me
twenty bands just for the drop, somebody find her for me
every time i see an opp, you know i’m firin’ at him
he got his gun, i got my gun, it’s ’bout who fire faster
i’m ’bout to shoot his team shoes, plus i buy ’em ladders
two hundred shots in the car, that’s a fire hazard

[outro: cashcl!ck boog]
that’s a fire hazard, you feel me?
y’all n*ggas know how we came, n*gga, change the body count
n*gga, from my trap to northside sac’, n*gga, ooh

- c m l lyrics

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