| Imma get you home, and everything you want
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| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home
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| You and me, I’m on fire
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| I’m on fire
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| Key to the villa, fresh out with them killers
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| Montana, buy that Skrilla
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| Catch feelings, we don’t do those
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| Hit it from the back, kick her out the door
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| Hit my phone, ain’t no fun
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| All around, that’s a home run
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| Spent the whole month, flying back
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| Your bitch hit my line, my line
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| Shots of Patrone, on the trap phone
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| Feds at my crib, no one home
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| Home alone, bring it back
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| All the hoes love me like Income tax
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| Imma get you home, and everything you want
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| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home
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| You and me, I’m on fire
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| I’m on fire
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| From the Coope to the Benz, no friends
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| East coast shortey, I hit up French
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| Waist so small, snif this coke up
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| Ten mile long bankroll, give me the Cho-cha
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| She alright, she love the gangstas
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| She love my voice, I love her swagger
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| Take her to the trunk
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| Fuck the bitch, all in the tub
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| I be deep, like ships in oceans
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| She so nice, with that devotion
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| When I fuck, she don’t even hit the clutch
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| Bigger than a buck, shortey don’t give a fuck
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| You nasty, boy, you nasty
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| You nasty, girl, you nasty
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| You nasty, boy, you nasty
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| You nasty, girl, you so nasty
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| Imma get you home, and everything you want
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| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home
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| You and me, I’m on fire
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| I’m on fire
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| Welcome to the life of Holliwood Fergie
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| Chicks wanna cuff me, feds wanna murder me
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| Where you at, mommy, why you wanna hurt me?
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| Front roe, but you still ain’t churped me
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| Got me circlin the hood like a pager
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| North to the south, I’m a real changer
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| I’m tryna get you to the crib, you know what it is
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| Put my dick on your lip, let you take a sip
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| Better yet, fall back, and let you strip
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| Get your handcuffs, and don’t forget your wip
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| I’m Holliwood Fergie, I know you wanna hit it
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| Come to my hood, if you wanna get it
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| Treat her like Halle, treat her like Woopi
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| M O B, nigga, I’m a sucker for the nooky
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| Cross over here, I treat her like a rooky
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| First come to the league, bitch, hit your knees
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| We did it in the Honda
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| She told me it feel better with a condom
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| Can’t hit, till the game end
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| Snitches, we done rade them
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| You know I’m a beast, on these beats
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| Everything is all T B T
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| Teach me, show me the ropes
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| That’s that thing, Polo
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| Solo, fuckin up a call back
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| Baby, I’m pimpin, I got niggas that’s squintin
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| Tryna see what we do
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| Imma get you home, and everything you want
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| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home
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| You and me, I’m on fire
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| I’m on fire |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Fire , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 17, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп