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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Fire (Remix)
Lyricist:Joseph Anthony Budden, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel Glover, Al Jr Mclaran, Eddie Morris, Frank Ski, Justin Gregory Smith, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy Todd Williams
Let me just make this statement Loud and clear, Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle offense do it like
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Maybe it's the dipped deuces, the twin Jesuses With diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses Maybe 'cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices I'm the 'Joe Millionaire' of rap and one of these chicks Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin' my thing A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin' a thing Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See, I told y'all I'm doin' my thing And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn right Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride? Now, look at here, I took it there I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's here
That fire Problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog, it's on fire That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up Come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire
Here with the white and the Canary cross Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick I'm 'So So Def' like a J.D. remix I got enough whips to keep switchin' up flavors Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They hate to see me in a party icy Clean white T, sippin' on Bacardi lightly Suede low cut Force One caramel nightly
That fire Problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog, it's on fire That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up Come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin' up for ten minutes Man, it's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like you got shit That's a minor congestion, you not sick Now you wanna call names like Tupac did Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett, Joey, right back on Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Before Bloomberg to come get me all I send the goons that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway, why don't you say that? Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot Make your lungs stop, breathe easy
That fire Problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog, it's on fire That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up Come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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