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Lil Wayne

Mo Fire

 

Mo Fire

(álbum: Tha Carter II - 2005)


More fire, Weezy
More fire (Put your light inna the air)
More fire, give 'em
More fire

I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah
I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah
How real is that? You love 'em, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact
My biceps and triceps is ah, yes

More fire, Weezy
More fire (Put your light inna the air)
More fire, I give 'em
More fire

I'm coming through in something new
The color is Smurf-blue, I'm puffing that purple
Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel
I get it like it is on a commercial, first too
This is verse two, it is worse too
I'll murk you like I birthed you
You niggas small bubbles (Baby), I'll burp you (Hey, hey)
And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
My jewelry earth-blue, some say it's earth-green
I'm like whatever, my shit mean and obscene
Now, I've been seen on a lot of different scenes
That mean I got a lot of different cream

More fire, Weezy
More fire (Put your light inna the air)
More fire, I give 'em
More fire

I raise more fire to the man up higher
I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider
My dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion
Represent the jungle when the others just trying
I represent my mother like, "Baby, stop crying."
I know my papa gone, but guarantee he see us shining, yeah
Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest
Now you are being blinded by European diamond
And you are seeing two or three times and
Got your vision all fucked-up, now you can't even find me
And I ain't even hiding, naw, I'm right here, baby (Right here, baby)
She wanna walk and shit, I'm like, "Yeah, baby" (Yeah, baby)
Battyman get the shotty to his head
Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed
I'll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie
You ain't nothing but a profit

More fire, Weezy
More fire (Put your light inna the air)
More fire, I give 'em
More fire, yeah
More fire
More fire, Weezy
More fire
More fire, give 'em
More fire

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