Fire

Vince Staples

2014-09-231:56 分同期歌詞

「Fire」はVince Staplesの曲です, 2014, Pop。長さは1:56, 37 lines / 248 words。

歌詞

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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