Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fire |
| I’m a drug dealer and a fuckin' drug buyer |
| You want smoke, go ahead and start a fuckin' fire |
| Got your lil' bitch on her knees, she’s a satisfier |
| Hellcat got my new Pirellis on fire |
| Pussy nigga, race me for your title |
| Nigga, didn’t you get the message? All my prices higher |
| Put a bounty on your head, murder for hire |
| You look like the type of nigga that’d wear a wire |
| Pretty penny for this Fendi, bitch, these ain’t no Mikes |
| Stomp the motor out my hemi flashin' through the red light |
| Pulled a high-speed on the jakes soon as they hit the lights |
| They couldn’t even get the plates, I ain’t nowhere in sight |
| My dick fuck on immigrants, I hang with chemists |
| My hoes get allowances, I fuck 'em with confidence |
| Old-school on twenty-eights, it got the finer face |
| Bitch, I’m worth two bricks of yay, that’s what these diamonds say |
| Bitch, I’m rich and arrogant, I’m so magnificent |
| 'Member I ain’t have fifty cent, I used to penny pinch |
| Now I’m ballin' like a bitch, you’re sittin' on the bench |
| Give two fucks what you used to do, 'cause that’s the past tense |
| I’m a drug dealer and a fuckin' drug buyer |
| You want smoke, go ahead and start a fuckin' fire |
| Got your lil' bitch on her knees, she’s a satisfier |
| Hellcat got my new Pirellis on fire |
| Pussy nigga, race me for your title |
| Nigga, didn’t you get the message? All my prices higher |
| Put a bounty on your head, murder for hire |
| You look like the type of nigga that’d wear a wire |
| Fuck nigga play pussy, get wet the fuck up |
| I got these rap niggas prayin' that I let the fuck up |
| My 41 millimeter is baguette the fuck up |
| I sic a bad bitch on you, you get set the fuck up |
| Touchy-touch your bitch, a perv, she gettin' on my nerves |
| I’m gettin' money, but I grew up with killers, and I still get the urge |
| Chew my dick like gummy worms, she’s a fuckin' bird |
| We double-back to see who hit, the victim on the curb |
| Kush reekin' in my denim, bitch, I couldn’t even get the send-off |
| Let the cognac get you killed, nigga, go ahead and get sent off |
| Pass out on dope so strong 'cause I hit it with the fentanyl |
| Rims so big, car so tall, I can barely even see y’all |
| I’m a drug dealer and a fuckin' drug buyer |
| You want smoke, go ahead and start a fuckin' fire |
| Got your lil' bitch on her knees, she’s a satisfier |
| Hellcat got my new Pirellis on fire |
| Pussy nigga, race me for your title |
| Nigga, didn’t you get the message? All my prices higher |
| Put a bounty on your head, murder for hire |
| You look like the type of nigga that’d wear a wire |