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GrandeMarshall
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Fuel and Fire
[Verse 1:GrandeMarshall]
When the fuck I sound like Anyone of these nigga's huh (nigga's huh) You compare, but never listening To the lyrics huh (lyrics huh) (Why say that shit) You sound strict from the east Sound south, sound west Fuck that if I sound anything Best believe I sound best So you can put all the debating and talking to rest I'm itching to get it And beefing one of you niggas Yeah fuck the internet, I'm seeing you niggas I'm in the street with you niggas And what I look like? On the internet, twitting these niggas I can't believe these niggas It ain't nothing for me to call ski up Cold up one if your vi You wanna see, huh? What's beef, huh? (Me?) It's waking up good every night sleep fine But fuck these niggas No I can't fuck with these niggas We breathe the same air And bleed the same blood But I ain't got love for these niggas Throwing up gang signs up in my pictures But still I'm a neutral, nigga But if it came down to my niggas I ride for my niggas, do it to you niggas
[Hook]
Mama ain't birth no pussy My pops ain't raised no bitch It's fuel to the fire Real nigga shit who run it And niggas talk a lot doing, but who done it Get money, if it ain't about a dollar I don't hit it, I'm a man Understand, ain't another I'm fearing, 800 Mama ain't birth no pussy My pops ain't raised no bitch It's fuel to the fire
[Verse 2]
I got money on my mind nigga Money on that 9 nigga Play around with mines And I put money on your moms nigga Got a couple hoes down for the slob nigga Freak bitch top me off nigga Goons all on my squad nigga Got shooters that's good for the job And niggas know my stylo Better keep it peace bro If I see E on my pie You gonn' rest in peace bro' If you want it, you can catch a nigga Young reckless nigga riding round town Windows down on a death wish nigga Thugging since I saw a belly on a tv screen We lick cocaine, legs fantasies One of the bad bitch missicks Big ass slim hips that will love to empty my drink Break it down for a nigga, lay it down for a nigga Stick around for a nigga, touch it down for a nigga Misery up in my cup, what Pink kisses got me stumped, what? Purple lady feel me up, huh On the road to a soul, speeding through the lames Dripping on the curbs Holing on the frame Call my painting to the purple And my passion in the paint So my sins in the stain Dividends, but these divas on my penis kid I'm telling you I got all these bitches Thinking they phoenixes Bitch I thought you was in love with the genius Ain't all about the anal, now you next feature my fetus Said you wanted colab with a nigga right Genius turn to genius, now he passing milk every night Pussy don't mean as much as it used before Nigga famous I was deucing in the poom poom Now all these niggas street niggas and high fashion Ain't hard to cop that vinci when you got some thousands stacking Harder on some rarris when you single platinum Touring the world it made you find a bitch with a foreign accent Porsche cayenne, baby mama call it honesty Now the dreadlock beautiful dark choose fantasy ? and all these model bitches tryina be cool with my mama
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