Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Fire, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song The Hunger For More, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
On Fire |
New York City |
You are now rockin with the best |
Lloyd Banks |
We on fire |
Up in here, it’s burnin hot |
We on fire |
Shawty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot |
We on fire |
Tear the roof off this ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire |
(Nigga wutchu say?) |
We gettin loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire |
Naw I aint puttin nuttin’out, I smoke when I wanna |
26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer |
This heat gon’last for the whole summer |
Runnin your bitch faster then the Road Runner |
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under |
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder |
I’m buyin diamond by the pier |
But when you stop, the only thing still spinnin is your hair |
Yeah, I’m ridin with that all black snub |
Raiders cap back, all black gloves |
I’m 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 gettin wrong deals |
I’m only 21, sittin on mill’s |
We on fire |
Up in here, it’s burnin 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 ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire |
(Nigga what you say?) |
We gettin loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire |
If you know anythin about me, then you know I’m a baller |
If I 'ont hit the first night, I aint gon’call her |
I’m tryna play, you tryna 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 ain’t puttin no baguettes in her butter |
I got a diamond about as clear as water |
And I got bread, but I ain’t spend’quarters |
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back |
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down |
And I ain’t biast when I’m ridin 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 somethin, I ain’t a mind reader |
We on fire |
Up in here, it’s burnin 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 ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire |
(Nigga what you say?) |
We get loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire |