Fire歌词

作词 : Staples, Vince
作曲 : Staples, Vince
School couldn't get me into Heaven

And Heaven couldn't get me in a ***** bed

Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick
Got them hoes whole Polo outfits

Feelin' like Young Dro summertime '06
Thirteen years old runnin' my home ya *****
Believe that we was thuggin' on the back street
Catchin' cases probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days

Dog was a maniac
My momma had me
Where them babies havin' babies at
My knuckles ashy knockin' ****** on they ass
For smackin' never lackin'
Road to riches is a path

Motha****a watch your ass
And quick race dawg
For when cold blood like Crips
You dig your own grave
When you ****in' with the Lord
Catch a fade probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway