Lyrics:
You're just a has-been
Think it's fuckin tragic
I don't need your address
Hell's home to your mattress
Pick your latest habits
Sex, drugs, kinky
(amen)
Burn, burn, it's a fire, you get burn, burn
Burn, burn, play with fire, you get burn, burn
Two sticks, back to back, that's a two-cifix
Stone
I'm down by law
And we're surrounded by
Assassins! Phantomas! Mutantes! And serpents!
Werewolves and sex fiends
New York
New York City
Lafayette
I've seen long live turn to please die
You by my side?
Better know how to ride
612 To the 215
The size my stride, my turf, my side
I was raised
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
he was tryna OD with the sex
Ex nigga was a lame, huh? He was tryna run game, huh?
Lil' shawty too fire, she was raised by her mama
So you can't
soliciting, selling sex
And distributing crevices, centerfolds who sex
[Chorus - repeat 2X (E-40)]
If if was a fifth, I'd be diggin in your girl
Instead
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy,
is on fire
I've got nothing left to share only love
All my life I want you by my side
It seems I can't do right when you cry
But you gotta understand
And now I'm flyin' over to you
Can't shake this feeling, groove is out without you
So show me what I came for ooh ooh
Burn the fire inside of us
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
sightseeing
Sex, sex, sex bullets, I flex, flex, my fingers
I press, press all your buttons, aight
Ooh, yeah, I'm impressed fuck you by request
Quest is
they big fans
Soon as I'm in town they blow
My line to buy the wristband
All access and bad sex but hair fire
Just to do the same to the headliner
Even
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line about a wristband
All access and bad sex but head fire
Just to do the same to the headliner
Even at my own shows they conspire (They do)
Make me
the taste of fires breath
Hopefully i will stand correct
When she hit me up just for sex
Say nah bitch I am on the next
Fucking you was so complex
Till it
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex
thought it was
We were getting chased by faceless police
Or, at least, I was
I'm constantly being hounded
Always "wanted" by these police and needing to be
Most got burned buh I was helped by the fire then held by the fire then
I even raised hell by the fire
Look see I was walking down this yellow brick road
that fire until he melt (brrt)
I put two C's on my belt
It's only two seats when I drift (woo)
Roll up vibes with the spliff
I exercise on her lips
even try
She's colder than ice, When I try to seek her eyes
She's hotter than fire, I am blinded by the light
She's colder than ice, When I try to seek
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
You out here lacking
Get put on a shelf
You can't take the heat
You touch that fire
I know that you gone melt
She gone work for me
She think she
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