Текст песни Lloyd Banks - On Fire
Lloyd Banks - On Fire слова песни
* first single; send corrections to the typist[Intro - Lloyd Banks]New York City!You are now rocking with the bestLloyd Banks! G Unit![Chorus - 50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)We on fire - up in hereIt`s burning hot, we on fireShe`ll take it off, if it get too hotUp in this spot, we on fireTear the roof off this motherfuckerLight the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)We get loose in this motherfuckerLight the roof on fire fire fire[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna26 inch chrome spokes on the HummerThis heat gon last for the whole summerRunning your bitch faster then the Road RunnerRocks on my wrist, rose gold underGlocks on my hip, those throw thunderI`m riding Dalvins by the pierBut when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your earYeah, I`m riding with that all black snubRaiders cap back, all black glovesA ladies man, but the boy smack thugsThese record sales equal more back rubsNot to mention the boy pack clubsHis impacts about as raw as crack wasNow all these new artists getting wrong dealsI`m only 21, sitting on mills[Chorus][Verse - Lloyd Banks]If you know anything about me, then you know I`m a ballerIf I don`t hit the first night, I ain`t gon call herI`m trying to play, you trying to have my daughterBut I can`t blame her for what her momma taught herAnd I don`t care bout what the next nigga bought herCause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuelaI got a diamond about as clear as waterAnd I got bread, but I ain`t spend a quarterSo cut the games ma, let`s go in the backMatter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga downAnd I aint bias when I`m riding through the townLike em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brownShe gotta be able to cum when I need herTight ass pants, little wife beaterRegular chick or R&B divaBitch say something, I ain`t a mind reader[Chorus]