| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose!
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| Eric:
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| Pull up to the VIP with the hose
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| Got a siren on the whip so everybody knows
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| Rollin' with a couple tens and a spare, yeah…
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| Cause you know how the fuck I bowl
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| Turning heads like The Voice when I’m walking in
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| My weapon of choice, Christopher Walken in
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| We in the building, about to shut it down
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| And now I’m getting side eye just like Peter Falk and them
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| Hit the dance floor to get a reaction
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| Make girls move in an orderly fashion
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| Hose! |
| Stop. |
| Drop. |
| And Roll
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| Hose! |
| Stop. |
| Drop. |
| And Roll
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| These ladies Martha Reeves on that heat wave
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| Tuck two under my arms, and trying to leave the place
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| Your girl got that fire bush like she wanna be Brave
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| She NBA2K cause she wanna be saved
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| I’m yelling…
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose!
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| Jeff:
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| Need oxygen so bad I’m watching Bad Girls Club
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| Can’t hear a thing, which is almost unheard of
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| She’s burning up like a blunt in a sauna
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| On all E, so I call her Tatyana
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| Or Honda, Hummer or maybe Mitsubishi
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| Deep thots like I’m with the Maharishi
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| She got a butt straight from another species
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| It doesn’t move unless you move it like a Ouija
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| Sweat running hard, I’m lapping Usain
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| Pull the fire alarm just to make it rain
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| It’s getting hot like Nelly said better
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| So turnt my tee turnt to a sweater
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| Sparklers in the air, I’m ducking down my head
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| Feeding oats and hay to this pretty thoroughbred
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| Gotta ask if her glutes got gluten
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| Now I’m on this horse shirtless
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| Like Vladimir Putin
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose!
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| Michael Christmas:
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| Oooh girl, I’ll light that ass on fire
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| Peter Piper picked a peck of bitches, then he penetrated
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| Know I had to make her knees work till I elevate it
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| Aviator shades, chest out
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| Lookin' hella Vegas
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| Joe Pesci when the shit get messy
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| I’ma call my cousin Vinny, Michael Douglas in a Denny’s
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| Bitch be cool, like Sam Jack say
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| Need a clumsy bitch like Anne Hathaway
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| Jnyx Maze goals with the ass tat full
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| When the face turn 8, if the ass fat add 2 to her
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| She a 10 with a fifth of Jack
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| Face in a fight where the titties at
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| Niggas know me: raunchy and nasty
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| And only put lotion on my arms, rest ashy
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| Beat-down J’s, but she still so impressed
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| Lit a blunt, now this bitch on fire
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| Hit the exit, get the hoes
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose!
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| Fire in a crowded room!
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| Get the hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose! |
| Hose! |