Paroles de 'Fire' par Emilio Rojas

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down
We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down
Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try
I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why
We set the streets on

I’m like bitch, I got this motherfucker burnin
When I teach em how to smoke on that
That shit is higher learning
I’m like bitch, you see me whippin something german
When they tried to detour us, that’s when we got all determined
And I can’t loose so you can’t win
Cash crew on that back end
I got expresses now, I don’t got friends
Everybody hand out and they askin
Where the chips is, they wanna get rich
I keep close friends at a distance
Thick broads and my missed calls
So my missed calls is your wishlist
Don’t hit y’all to do bizness
But I’ma get dollars there, did a lot of dirt to get outta there
When that check cleared, then my conscience cleared
Huh, what the fuck is guilt when you killing shit
When you stand out with your hand out, we’re not feeling it

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down
We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down
Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try
I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why
We set the streets on

Fire though a drew barrino
I’m a lit match on that gasoline
I’m burning kush it’s a forest fire
My cup dubbed but I’m passin lean
Rose and volts when I’m parking it
On any beat, I’m an arsinist,
Fantastic 3 with just minus 1,
Where the fire hoes I’m torching it
Real nigga, fortunate, on any block, I’m the hottest nigga
Check my tip, I just ran a fever,
That’s 104, I’m the hottest nigga
Your hoe korean my wallet nigga

You rap about it, I got it nigga
Graduated, didn’t walked a stage
Get a money degree, no college nigga
In a 2 seater, with 2 reader,
Silence of the lambs, they to eat us
My dick and balls, one married, one engaged
hat’s 2 cheetas
One beat, 3 creatures
Emilio dough and that 2k
Fucking up the game
My weed broke but hard on hard...

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down
We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down
Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try
I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why
We set the streets on fire

Burn the beat like I be burning bloods
It’s time to turn it up, when they drop the track
I only heard it once and said serve me lunch
And if you didn’t know, it’s doughbeezy bitch
I never miss a show, I’m on the season 6
I dropped the mixtape... this a global grind
And ain’t no time for me to slow it down
I just beat it up, and then heat it up
So tell the fire man he gonn be the truck
You got a problem with me, come and see what’s up
I serve niggas daily no pizza hut
Ball hard and don’t stack cash
I got credit cards get your visas up
Credit a 1 no steak sauce
Got a big crib with a lake house
And a private room I take groupies to
After every show, I fuck her face off
It’s a town, you ain’t heard nigga we herb twist
And big syrup sippers,
Every verse that I spit need a warning sticker
I drop in the booth and straight burn nigga

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down
We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down
Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try
I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why
We set the streets on fire.