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letra de got fire - ego (ft)

[intro]
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire

[verse 1: ego]
no, not a game
say no more, fam; i’ve got a flame
no blanket can stop the whoppers i’m cooking up
something fresh, you man all the same
i came from the slums too, held guns and drugs too
done more or less what you punks do
but the difference is my bank balance talks louder
i get cash by the hour
three days a week, the payday’s weighty
seven days a week, i do my ting, plus
two days a week, the booth thing’s crazy
i’m putting in work for the paper
i gets it in, i’m known for the paper (clips)
i will rinse if you f-ck with (it)
you’re more than p-ssed if wallads around me
i swear to god, man’ll fling them t–th

[chorus: ego]
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire (i’ve got that fire for the fiends, got that fire for the scene)
i got that fire (when i say flame on, you know what i mean)
[verse 2: ego]
i’m a firestarter
twisted, light up your clart, bruv
leave man twisted, rass, cuz
whole frame shattered like glass, bruv
it’s no joke or a laugh
when i rise the something, it’s more than a par, bruv
up in the hospital bed
machines at your bedside, helping your heart, cuz
have michael mop up your clart, cuz
no joke or laugh
burn up them clothes and run that bath
blood sh-t’s more than lot, it’s leaking
puncture your lungs, hard breathing
only rule in war’s no speaking to pigs
i’d rather die than sleep in bin
so done the verbals and speak with your ting

[chorus: ego]
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire (i’ve got that fire for the fiends, got that fire for the scene)
i got that fire (when i say flame on, you know what i mean)

[verse 3: merky ace]
ergh
you can get your headtop filled with lead
get burnt for your dough, that’s toast for your bread
so you better just jam before you get spread
don’t like pot so i burn commersh
like say i was an og dread
switch off the tv, tell a man bed
i’ve come for the box, don’t show me a z
ergh
boil up your bean like veg
punch out your two front t–th like reg
aged seventeen but ace is a ledge
you think you know me just like edge
soon get blown back over a hedge
bet you wish you weren’t hyping to me
now you’re downstairs with the devil, all dead
[outro]
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire
i got that fire
(are you ready?)

- ego ft

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