Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Fire, artist - Young Dro. Album song Don Cannon & Young Dro Present R.I.P., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.02.2011
Song language: English
On Fire |
Oh hi goddamn, brown Trans Am, I’m on fire |
Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these loud ass jems |
Loud ass pipes, around these loud ass rims |
God, God, look at my garage, Maserati cars |
I can’t see floors, this is no facade |
Bitches go retard |
Thousand pass we call that a picture in the yard |
My paint keep falling, wet, wet shawty |
«Shoulder Lean"money, I’m still balling |
Got them soldiers in the tomb, pockets overload |
Stack my money up and take a rocket to the moon |
AK in the freezer, ready to put my glasses in the room |
When I get with these hoes, first we pop it then we sue them |
The hottest in the room, you know I won’t lie |
You know I’m sitting tall, you know I’m on fire |
Call me Young Dro Because I’m smoking on fire |
Ball if you want, please shawty don’t try |
Players only live once, everybody going to die |
So whatever shawty want, you know shawty going to buy |
Aye, but shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire |
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire |
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire |
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire |
Call me Young Dro because I’m smoking on fire (X4) |
I am Young Dro, what you telling me? |
Pocket full of celery, I know how to be a player |
I am V. Delery, nigga run up on me wrong know I get a felony |
Damn fresh in the club, damn who they asking me? |
Fellas be trying see my cars look like my Automart |
Rovers in the crowd and I don’t know how to call them up |
I’ma start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up |
(Incomprehensible) grey in March, Uncle Blue in April, dimes in the stable |
Gators I’ma blow them out |
Tell the bitches if they don’t behave I’ma throw them out |
Drop top probable, make it rain on the Doppler |
Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what’s popping? |
I’m a beast, soon as I hit release mode |
Pop your open like the Lamborghini doors |
Young Dro I’m the «Best Thang Smokin'' |
On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire |
Riding down Edgecombe, I just left Zaxby’s |
Chickens at the restaurant, chickens in my Chevy trunk |
Classic, super straight, Dro you cannot duplicate |
Nigga you ain’t hustle till you sold it out the Super 8 |
Traveloid, super cake, do a hundred jazz up |
Super strong kush got them coughing like the swap meet |
(Incomprehensible) |
Dro you say you spent a million on the jewelry |
Who you lying to? |
Try who? |
Nigga I will suffocate and bust the K |
Show them how to cultivate, and buy a house with ocean state |
Plus I say I’m real with the hustle I multicate |
First they start biting, I require y’all muzzle they |
Mouth is doubt me, eight mile high houses |
Grand Hustle king y’all know what I’m about bitch |