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Roscoe Dash

Fire

 

Fire

(album: 5Thy5ive - 2018)


Where do I start?
I kinda know
I'm bout that cream like Chaboni tho
Pipe up your bitch like I'm Roddy tho
Ain't no show if it ain't crowded tho
Pick up the bread
I don't count it tho
I got moves like street fighter
Every song I hop on is perfect
Just like the new fit copped with the shoes
I might show out like Thug at yo Interviews
Fresh fit, ain't no telling what I finna do
Set the record straight don't get shit confused
Effin round mixin ones with the twos
You niggas be scheming like Skinner do
Might start blowin up like a inner tube
I just keep it short like an interlude
Don't do nothing crazy keep em 10 and 2
Might get you done like Simon said it
Ain't shit sweet like I'm diabetic
Everytime it's gold, Nigga I said it
Shots up I am 5 medics
Well it's meaning to these bars
Everythings is large
I'm so far around
My corner store is mars
Cut the music up
It's dancing with the stars
Champion cigars
And we ain't even start

And you already know this that fire
And we got some rolled this that fire
Stop, drop, and roll, nigga it's that fire
And if you ain't got this goal nigga you are fire fire

And you already know this that fire
And we got some rolled this that fire
Stop, drop, and roll, nigga it's that fire
And if you ain't got this goal nigga you are fire fire

Smoke til I'm comatose
Most of the dopest dope
No white owls tho, man this is not OVO
But the weed'll still blow to head-top
Fucked the game, my babies out of wedlock
Money long I'm talking long as dreadlock
I'm running like breezy
Oh when the feds knock
We put our lighters up
Like it's bedstuy
Put your shit and frame it
Take a headshot
It's like four of me
She want some more of me
That my alphabet, get D-orgy
She loved to please me orally
You were may squeez formally
She don't do this normally
But see I got mind control
She came with you but when I say it's time to go
She like it's time to go

And you already know this that fire
And we got some rolled this that fire
Stop, drop, and roll, nigga it's that fire
And if you ain't got this goal nigga you are fire fire

And you already know this that fire
And we got some rolled this that fire
Stop, drop, and roll, nigga it's that fire
And if you ain't got this goal nigga you are fire

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