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On Fire (Letra)

On Fire (Letra)

Young Thug

Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there

You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard ‘bout shaggin’ my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I’m spittin’ fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch ‘em
I’m tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I’m that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin’ gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin’ gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but

Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me

I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can’t make mistakes lil’ homie
Ay, I ain’t got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill with me
Let’s drink a pint of codeine

Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you’re gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just ‘cause my son
I put a corder on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain’t traded in or nothin’
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one

Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick ‘em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I’m Rick the Ruler
Mm, that’s foreign, ain’t no skoom
We killin’, ain’t tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from Raymond news
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin’ girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red Bull
I’m with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you

Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard ‘bout shaggin’ my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

On Fire (Letra)

Phoenix

Indie

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Baby, our city’s on fire
Don’t you know it’s going to be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Lately, running through the bombs
Don’t you know it’s going to last all night
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright.

Baby, revolution is over
You and me it’s going to be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Hard times won’t last forever
Don’t you know we’ve got some real good time
Alright, alright, alright
There was a time
She called me sweet, my hero, my cute thing
I gave her all the love I got
Baby, for you I’m a man
This is how I got to prove my love (I love that)
Baby, left me for another

Don’t you know it’s going to be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
There was a time
She called me sweet, my hero, my cute thing
I gave her all the love I got
Baby, our city’s on fire
Don’t you know it’s going to be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Hard times won’t last forever
Don’t you know we’ve got some real good time
Alright, alright, alright

On Fire (Letra)

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("Them bitches swear they fly…")

Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me cough shit up
Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect
Pah!! I’m wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
Wear and tear, I’m wreckin for the Bricks is where
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction what’s your function
It’s that nigga who’s so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land
And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
Drop the farenheight back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like I’m Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain’t hearin you

So take heed to what I’m saying
Cause tonight’s the night, and me and my nuccas ain’t playing

Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee, like I’m [Big Leads]
Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you’re fuckin with Judge Red
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
Hookers ridin dick, like I’m a motorcycle
You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till you don’t know what occurred
Until I black out every nerver
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d’ouerves
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky I’m still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin
The way I feel niggaz ain’t leave until they up in somethin
Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county
Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

So take heed to what I’m saying
Cause tonight’s the night, and me and my nuccas ain’t playing

To my people in the back, if you’re not the wack, say
Don’t stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you’re tokin on blunts, say
Don’t stop, the body rock… aoowwwwwowwwww
I’m too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that’s why the brick niggaz be lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
I’m smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
for your little daughter like I’m Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw, you’re more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

*record scratches, rooster cackles*

On Fire (Letra)

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[Chorus]

We on fire
Up in here, it’s burning hot
We on fire
She’ll take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this mothafucka, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this mothafucka, light the roof on fire…fire…fire

[Verse 1]

Now 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, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pair
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap, back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

If you know anything about me, then you know im a balla
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im 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 border
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to come when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader

[Chorus]

On Fire (Letra)

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Turn your radios on, i’ll be a right there, yes i will
Turn me up real loud, i’m in your ears, ah
‘n’ i’m hangin’ ten now baby, as i ride your sonic, ooh wave
(good god, y’all)
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
Oh yeah, one time
Fire, fire, fire
Lay your bodies down, i’m in your beds, your beds
Pull your headphones on, i’m in your heads, ah
‘n’ i’m hangin’ ten now baby, as i ride your sonic, ooh wave
(good god, y’all)
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
[repeat and fade]

On Fire (Letra)

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Turn your radios on, I’ll be a right there, yes I will
Turn me up real loud, I’m in your ears, ah

‘N’ I’m hangin’ ten now baby, as I ride your sonic, ooh wave
(Good God, y’all)
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire

Oh yeah, one time
Fire, fire, fire

Lay your bodies down, I’m in your beds, your beds
Pull your headphones on, I’m in your heads, ah

‘N’ I’m hangin’ ten now baby, as I ride your sonic, ooh wave
(Good God, y’all)
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
[repeat and fade]

On Fire (Letra)

Switchfoot

Gospel / Religioso, Pop/Rock

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Tell you where you need to go
Tell you when you need to leave
Tell you what you need to know
Tell you who you need to be

Everything inside you know
there’s more than what you heard
So much more than empty conversation
filled with empty words

And you’re on fire when He’s near you
You’re on fire when He speaks
You’re on fire, burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be near you

Everything inside me looks like everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take

When I’m on fire when You’re near me
I’m on fire when You speak
I’m on fire burning at these mysteries
These mysteries

I’ve been standing on the edge of me
standing on the edge of me
standing on the edge of me
standing on the edge of me
standing on the edge of everything I’ve never been before
And I’ve been standing on the edge of me
standing on the edge

And I’m on fire when You’re near me
I’m on fire when You speak
I’m on fire burning at these mysteries

On Fire (Letra)

Redman

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[Talking]
New York City
You are now rockin with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit

[Chorus 50 cent]
We on fire
Up in here, it’s burning hot
We on fire
Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse 1- LLoyd Banks]
Now 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, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills

[Verse 2- LLoyd Banks]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im 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 aint spendin a quarter
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im 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 aint a mind reader

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Switchfoot

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Redman

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