| Feel my fire, Feel my fire
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| Feel my fire, you niggas gon' feel my fire
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| I’m 'bout to get high, that’s no lie, that’s no lie
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| I’m 'bout to get high, off that fire, off that fire
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| Talking reckless, gon' make you feel my fire
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| Toe tag your ass, then get high
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| BRK gon' ride, nigga that’s no lie
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| You would think I broke my hip that way that Glock poke out my side
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| I can see it in your eyes, you don’t wanna die
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| So stop booting up like you want to, or it’s gon' be a homicide
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| Got me loading up my fire, with murder on my mind
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| I hit up Amber, like «Whats up, can you drive?»
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| She a slider, so I know she gon' slide
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| We natural born killers on the rise
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| Weak niggas I despise
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| From the southern Cali we get high
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| Illustration is a must, nigga check my rhymes
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| Money in my pocket, cause I’m Dough2x
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| From that FLA, you know I keep that iron
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| Smoking on that bi, I be high, as a plane
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| With my young nigga lil' Dough, getting that Dough
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| Cause we ain’t playing
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| We ain’t worried 'bout you hoes
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| We riding four deep in the AM, looking for a sucka ass trick
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| So we can go ahead and slay 'em, bitch
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| When I coming down, I might sip
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| .45 on my hip
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| Tuck down, you’ll get hit
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| Loc’s down, in this bitch
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| Mothafuckas' 'round here out that grit
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| But if you don’t get it then you probably getting flipped
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| That’s why I hang with them hustlers, getting change of that work
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| Who got that bang, you’ll get murked
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| Cause these boys out here be killas
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| I be smoking on that killa
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| Eyes looking like its Thriller, which means they red
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| Your girl took like 6 blunts to the head
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| Just to let the mothafucka’s know, I ain’t scared
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| Bitch you heard what I said, you get hung like a dread
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| Fire |