• Title:On Fire
  • Artist:Lloyd Banks
  • Album:Hunger for More
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    Artist: Lloyd Banks
    Album: Hunger for More
    Song: On Fire

    Lyrics:

    {Talking}
    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
    Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
    We on fire
    Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
    Nigga what you say
    We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

    {Verse 1}
    Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
    26-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, rolls gold under
    Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
    Im buying diamond by the pier
    But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
    Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
    Raiders cap back, all black gloves
    Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
    These record sales ???
    Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
    His impacts about as raw as crack was
    Now all these new artists getting raw deals
    Im only 21, sitting on mills

    {Chorus}
    We on fire
    Up in here, it's burning hot
    We on fire
    Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
    We on fire
    Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
    Nigga what you say
    We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire


    {Verse 2}
    If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
    If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
    Im 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 aint putting no baguettes in her ??
    I got a diamond about as clear as water
    And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
    So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
    Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
    And I aint bias when im 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 aint a mind reader

    {Chorus}
    We on fire
    Up in here, it's burning hot
    We on fire
    Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
    We on fire
    Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
    Nigga what you say
    We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

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