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Fired Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Kings & Queens
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Isaiah Blas, Jed Peek, Luke Shrestha, Simon Jay




Kings & Queens - Fired Up Lyrics




Imma lead the charge like a quarterback
I might need to charge for my photos man
I'm bending the streets, I'm the corner man
Bank rollin' in the deep you looking petty cash

Go hard... yup
Kill 'em softly, I ain't sorry
Go yard
Grand slamming you wings like Scottie

I don't need the practice
I'm the fastest
I'm the moneyman
I keep moving passed 'em
At their fastest
I'm just running laps

Roll past
Sitting in the front call shotty
I said put your hands up
Welcome to the after party

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on E
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up

Imma need 8 figures on my fingers
Just to feel alright
I don't need a favor
I'm the favorite, call me 1 through 5
I don't need a reason
I might roll up on you any night
Jump out with the keys
I locked the trunk
But I left you inside it
Poof
Bygones be gone
X-out like Christmas
Feliz navidad
Wrapping my gifts that I bought
It's a lot
Put on for my city
I got it on lock

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on E
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up

Roll past
Sitting in the front call shotty
I said put your hands up
Welcome to the after party

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on e
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
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English

Imma lead the charge like a quarterback
I might need to charge for my photos man
I'm bending the streets, I'm the corner man
Bank rollin' in the deep you looking petty cash

Go hard... yup
Kill 'em softly, I ain't sorry
Go yard
Grand slamming you wings like Scottie

I don't need the practice
I'm the fastest
I'm the moneyman
I keep moving passed 'em
At their fastest
I'm just running laps

Roll past
Sitting in the front call shotty
I said put your hands up
Welcome to the after party

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on E
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up

Imma need 8 figures on my fingers
Just to feel alright
I don't need a favor
I'm the favorite, call me 1 through 5
I don't need a reason
I might roll up on you any night
Jump out with the keys
I locked the trunk
But I left you inside it
Poof
Bygones be gone
X-out like Christmas
Feliz navidad
Wrapping my gifts that I bought
It's a lot
Put on for my city
I got it on lock

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on E
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up

Roll past
Sitting in the front call shotty
I said put your hands up
Welcome to the after party

Fired up
Burners on burners
You're burning on e
Fired up
If you come to the city
You better know me
Fired up
Bet on a winner
You betting on me
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
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Writer: Isaiah Blas, Jed Peek, Luke Shrestha, Simon Jay
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, ANGRY MOB MUSIC LLC


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