Fire
Vince Staples"Fire" adalah lagu oleh Vince Staples, 2014, Pop. Durasi lagu 1:56, 37 lines / 248 words.
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0:25School couldn't get me into Heaven
0:27And Heaven couldn't get me in a b**ch bed
0:30Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick
0:33Got them hoes whole Polo outfits
0:36Feelin' like Young Dro summertime '06
0:38Thirteen years old runnin' my home ya b**ch
0:42Believe that we was thuggin' on the back street
0:44Catchin' cases probably finna go to Hell anyway
0:48I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
0:51I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
0:54I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
0:57I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:00I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:03I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:06I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:09I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:12Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days
1:14Dog was a maniac
1:16My momma had me
1:17Where them babies havin' babies at
1:19My knuckles ashy knockin' niggas on they a**
1:21For smackin' never lackin'
1:22Road to riches is a path
1:24Mothaf**ka watch your a**
1:25And quick race dawg
1:27For when cold blood like Crips
1:28You dig your own grave
1:30When you f**kin' with the Lord
1:31Catch a fade probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:36I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:38I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:42I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:44I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:47I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:50I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:53I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
1:56I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
School couldn't get me into Heaven And Heaven couldn't get me in a b**ch 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 b**ch 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' niggas on they a** For smackin' never lackin' Road to riches is a path Mothaf**ka watch your a** And quick race dawg For when cold blood like Crips You dig your own grave When you f**kin' 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
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