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Rich Snowman - Fire In Me Lyrics



Rich Snowman - Fire In Me Lyrics
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Ahhhh
You bitch Ass
Let burn that shit uh
Come on
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
I'm totin' that bang with my bro, feel no pain with that hoe
Got a message for the Lord, I accept and I know
Shout out Vive Beaubeau, it's just me and the bros
Got that heat, get that chrome, tote that steel and shoot the boy (shoot that boy)
F*ck with me, f*ck with us, I don't really f*ck with em
Nah, nah, their head get buss, is that easy to beat ten of em
Now, baby, they gon' bite the dust, who gon' stay on all of em
Dead, dead, ready to lost, who gon' be the last of us
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
The Marlboro is burnin' that boy
I pour diesel on his body and his soul
Swervin', totin' a pistol
When you get back home, you need to burn your clothes
Bang, man, boy, it's the gang, man
Oh, and I said, stretch him, we got devil men, so
Yeah, we posted lil homie, it's the murder, man, sauce
Yeah, let's wrecked them, boy, it's that grimy ass pole
Murder that bitch, we don't f*ck with that shit (hold on)
Keep your hand clean in that bitch
Murder on that lick, blue tips in that stick (on God)
Practice the pain on that bitch
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
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Ahhhh
You bitch Ass
Let burn that shit uh
Come on
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
Hum hum hum
I'm totin' that bang with my bro, feel no pain with that hoe
Got a message for the Lord, I accept and I know
Shout out Vive Beaubeau, it's just me and the bros
Got that heat, get that chrome, tote that steel and shoot the boy (shoot that boy)
F*ck with me, f*ck with us, I don't really f*ck with em
Nah, nah, their head get buss, is that easy to beat ten of em
Now, baby, they gon' bite the dust, who gon' stay on all of em
Dead, dead, ready to lost, who gon' be the last of us
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
The Marlboro is burnin' that boy
I pour diesel on his body and his soul
Swervin', totin' a pistol
When you get back home, you need to burn your clothes
Bang, man, boy, it's the gang, man
Oh, and I said, stretch him, we got devil men, so
Yeah, we posted lil homie, it's the murder, man, sauce
Yeah, let's wrecked them, boy, it's that grimy ass pole
Murder that bitch, we don't f*ck with that shit (hold on)
Keep your hand clean in that bitch
Murder on that lick, blue tips in that stick (on God)
Practice the pain on that bitch
Skur skur, I look the whole city burn Set the fire alarm on and we plan up the return (get back)
Mother f*ckin' hundos earned, got a fire in my trunk, so you shouldnt wait your turn
On the gram they say I got that hot fire in me (uh uh) like I'm a real devil
Pose to be violent but where my ennemie,where they at, why they at (lil cracka yeah)
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Writer: Eliott Henriet
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Performed By: Rich Snowman
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Eliott Henriet

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