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letra de wildfire - c-lance

[intro: ?]
(oh-whoa-oh)
(oh-whoa-oh)
(oh-whoa-oh)
(whoa)

[verse 1: sick jacken]
i don’t care, you got money
who cares?
you got that fine ass ratchet b-tch next to you
that’s f-ckin’ everybody
got a pit, got a rottie
dip a lambo or a ‘rari
i’m alone, i’m me, myself, and that’s too many at the party
i don’t care if you saw a movie with escobar or gotti
how you call yourself a k!ller but you never caught a body?
i don’t want that from n0body, that fake sh-t
the snake sh-t, the rat you out, the five-o
disloyal from the g-y sh-t that i don’t fit around you so
i’m makeshift ’cause somebody got somethin’ you like
and you’re right to try to take it, you floor us when you kick it
i toss all my blessings in the ceilings and the floors
and they guns still have safeties and i don’t base this off of rap
all we make is this watch me live in real-time
while you’re in a matrix loop
i’m sure i’ve f-cked up and i’ve been there too
but i ain’t tune into the things i do
and go through and stay true, we stay true
[chorus: justin cohen, madchild]
hey, i’m like a wildfire
there ain’t no puttin’ me out
there ain’t no one in front of me now
and if you are you better get out the way
i’m like a wildfire (yeah)
there ain’t no puttin’ me out

[verse 2: madchild]
i’m the goat but i’m not supposed to glow
people joke ’cause i walk with a rollie and gucci coat
if the mafia’s a wheel i’m a spoke
great white hope get poked, put a knife to your throat
a lot of rappers my age now a joke, old folk homes
keepin’ up with child slowpokes so broke
nice guys finish last and the happy ones suck
i kick a b-tch out of the hotel right after i f-ck (beat it)
beat slap, mad sipping tea, no eavesdroppin’
bang a shorty from behind ’til she don’t see proper
i turn around and she like see papa
you the truth daddy, i’m already thinkin’ ’bout a new baddy
got two hands and five backs, sittin’ on a five-pack
guarantee my fam fire back
you still wiretapped, last girl half-native half-black
shouldn’t cross a black cat, mad slap scratch mad
black young boy sittin’ in a trap leashed up
just in case i have to be stopped then beast up
[chorus: justin cohen]
hey i’m like a wildfire
there ain’t no puttin’ me out
there ain’t no one in front of me now
and if you are you better get out the way
i’m like a wildfire
there ain’t no puttin’ me out (there ain’t no puttin’ me out)

[outro: justin cohen]
there ain’t no puttin’ me out (there ain’t no puttin’ me out)
hey i’m like a wildfire
there ain’t no puttin’ me out (there ain’t no puttin’ me out)

- c lance

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