Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - Aidonia. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: English
Fire |
| Jamie |
| Me dem a ramp with? |
| Jungle man, walk down pon bwoy with yuh gun |
| YVP |
| Ho, ho, ho, ho |
| Yeah |
| Walk down pon bwoy with mi gun |
| Shoot dem and prove seh me bad |
| Bigga! |
| Rema seh 4th Generation, geego |
| Yow, yow, yow |
| Jungle Jesus buss God damnit |
| Squeeze up the trigga but you must not grab it |
| Middle day play, that must block traffic |
| Dem bwoy deh a rugrat rabbit |
| Matic charge like it fuck pon tonic |
| Cold 45 with the clutch back pon it |
| Pepper to your skin, that a scotch bonnet |
| Buss belly, me see gut plus vomit |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Everybody knows say me no inna the trace |
| Gun inna mi hand, it anuh gun inna no waste |
| Clap it, and it a go inna your face |
| Cu deh now, pussy you a go inna your grave |
| Weh you come from? |
| You no run inna your place |
| Genna, sound the Magnum inna your ears |
| Dead 'cause you fool and you dumb inna your ways |
| Cu yah now, something ago wave |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Oh, oh, oh oh |
| Yeah |
| Walk down pon them with mi gun |
| Shoot dem and prove say me bad |
| Bigga! |
| Rema, 4th Generation, ego |
| Yow, yow, yow |
| Jungle Jesus buss God damnit |
| Squeeze up the trigga but you must not grab it |
| Middle day play, that must block traffic |
| Dem bwoy deh a rugrat rabbit |
| Matic charge like it fuck pon tonic |
| Cold 45 with the clutch back pon it |
| Pepper to your skin, that a scotch bonnet |
| Buss belly, me see gut plus vomit |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Oh! |
| Everybody knows say me no inna the trace |
| Gun inna mi hand, it anuh gun inna no waste |
| Clap it, and it a go inna your face |
| Cu deh now, pussy you a go inna your grave |
| Weh you come from? |
| You no run inna your place |
| Genna, sound the Magnum inna your ears |
| Dead 'cause you fool and you dumb inna your ways |
| Cu yah now, something ago wave |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |
| Point it, fire |
| Point it, fire, fire |
| The 45 it a wire (oh!) |
| Out of the ting a pure fire |
| Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah |