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on fire - los and nutty lyrics

[intro: los]
ah, ah, ah, ah (yeah)
(yung shad, you k!lled this track)

[verse 1: babyface ray]
los where you at? i’ma be there in a minute (i’m comin’ up)
let’s hibachi cook ’em, i don’t even like these n*ggas (f*ck these n*ggas)
rubber bands and bands, only thing excite my n*gga (yeah)
they know me as a rapper but i live a life of dealers (ah)
when i got the call i was in the telly, chilling
[verse 2: los]
i seen a 100 bands, now i wanna make a million (phew)
contract k!lling, put his brains on the ceiling (gone)
hot on the eastside, i was selling fake prescriptions (f*ck ’em)
tuesdays and thursdays, them real doctor visits (d*mn)
my n*gga, [?] showed a n*gga how to get it
got guns like the army, better yet the navy (yeah)
i was up in traverse city, grams go for 180

[verse 3: babyface ray]
i was up in no man’s land, beans go for mmm (ah)
told her if she show them titties, i’ma drop the roof (take the top down)
you gon’ fold when there’s pressure then it’s not for you (it ain’t for you)
100 for a line and i can cut it so i’m buying juice (yeah)

[bridge: los]
jump ’bout that paper, don’t try to play me
traverse city, selling grams for 180
got guns like the army, better yet the navy
traverse city, selling grams for 180

[verse 4: los]
250 for the script, 100 for the patient (yeah)
b*tch in my business, want to know what i’m making (don’t worry about it)
my bail high as h*ll, we growing in the bas*m*nt (yeah)
call for the low, n*gga, that’s my guy
cheap ass [?], n*gga, that’s my type ([?])
18 to 21, n*gga, that’s my price
[?], n*gga, that’s my life ([?])
if get fl!cked with the stuffer, n*gga, that’s my wife
[verse 5: babyface ray]
oh, that’s yo’ man? you hit the stand, man, that sh*t ain’t right (that’s crazy)
n*ggas staring at my plate like “lemme get a bite” (huh?)
i’m chopping dope on auntie like “lemme get a razor” (a razor)
n*ggas think we got a deal ’cause we living major (yeah)
n*ggas run they mouth a lot, running off a lot (they is)
k!ller will leave where you stand, tell ’em “chalk the spot”
unky dropped a zip of ‘caine in the coffee pot
neighbors crying, f*ck it, let’s move the work before she call the cops

[bridge: los]
jump ’bout that paper, don’t try to play me
traverse city, selling grams for 180
got guns like the army, better yet the navy
traverse city, selling grams for 180

[verse 6: los]
ask them n*ggas in the hood, boy i been a shoulder
in the alley with the chopper, feel like magnolia (thuggin’)
nutty had the raw, riley had the crack rollin’ (on clemens)
closed the spot for hour but it’s back open (what you want?)
back jumping, back pumping, love selling something (that dope)
prolly at the post office, prolly mailing something
babyface, what you was drinking?
prolly red or something
i got caught red handed, still ain’t told ’em nothing
[bridge: los]
jump ’bout that paper, don’t try to play me
traverse city, selling grams for 180
got guns like the army, better yet the navy

- los and nutty lyrics

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