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Lloyd Banks

On Fire

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On Fire
By: Lloyd Banks
Released:
About This Song & Song Lyrics

About "On Fire" by Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks – On Fire Lyrics

New York City!
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

[Chorus]
We on fire, up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire

Naw I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I want to
Twenty six inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention the boy pack clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
I'm only twenty one, sitting on mills

[Chorus]

If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
'Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I ain't bias when I'm riding through the town
Like 'em small, like em tall, like em black, like 'em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader

[Chorus]

SONGWRITERS:
PORTER, DENAUN M / MATHERS, MARSHALL B,III(EMINEM) / WILSON, CARLOS / WILSON, LOUIS / WILSON, RICARDO A
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