Blow Fire Lyrics

I see you bitch niggas

Ducking for nothing

They know I wet em up

With the shots

So anytime I'm shooting

It's buckets

Run up on em

Like a cloud wit tha thunder

In arms reach

So I touch it

Fuck it

I be quick to untuck it

And dump it

Bout easy as stealin ya freak

All wet noises

I get that little piggy to sing

Say I'm the hardest

And the firmest

In her bed since the springs

So you know

That she depending

On a nigga for sleep

What u mad

Naw dog

You need to step up ya game

See I remember

Back when I had to go

Step up wit game

But now they all on me

The baddest bitchs

Reppin my name

Dwight Howard in the paint

How I just step up and bang

Funny

Y'all can do the same

But y'all be stressin these bitchs

What you think

The shit is gravy

Cause u smoother the chicken

What you dumb

You don't get it

She bored

Plus you stay in her business

She rather go out

Having fun

Being my mistress

Suck a petty cause

Yall be really

Fuckin up missions

Wit text message

Voice mail

Phone calls every minute

I told her

Use da red button

It brings it all to a ending

Just had it down

For 3 seconds

Holla back when we finish

I ain't gon go in details

Bout us in the meanwhile

Just picture it

Soft lips

You know

Them sweet smells

Then she yell

From the deep strokes

Hit Alicia Keys notes

You ain't know

I'm packing like retail

Why the fuck you think

They loving a nigga

You dudes pissed off

Prolly wanna bust

On a nigga

But solo on this mission

Though

Tha Road

Is rollin wit me

Cause right now

Kill every last one of you niggas

Listen

Who ain't fuckin wit this

Countdown shyt

Announce it

And I bet you hear

Countdown quick

Pandemonium

Like when you hear

A CountDown hit

Still lost

Time to show you

How this CountDown get

I blow fire

Dat 2

You can smell

In the air

Piff lines

Oh that too

In the air

Leave the booth smokin

I be spittin off flairs

From Landover

But it's for Lou

Wit them L's in the air

I blow fire

Dat 2

You can smell

In the air

Piff lines

Oh that too

In the air

Leave the booth smokin

I be spittin off flairs

From Landover

But it's for Lou

Wit them L's in the air

I blow fire