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letra de on fire - garry with two r's

[verse 1]

i am not doing no damage control
i break a b-tch but i make her feel whole
what is your net do you have any goals
i’m bout to kick it right into your hole
you cannot ride me til you pay the toll
fill me with green like a bowl
i am the stablest n-gga that you’ll ever meet
but i let my money get out of control
i pipe it up i’m the plumber
i need your digits i don’t want your number
i could get hot in the winter
and cold in the summer
watch how i kick it
the boy is a drummer
i make the paper brrr um buh
i work a room like a roomba
my b-tch so down that she under
i made her come before i touchеd her
they make it rain
and shе keep that ass clapping like thunder
who you gon’ get for me
i got a b-tch for ‘em
and she love company her name is misery
and she bout to f-ck ’em so sweetly and gently
physically mentally
you’d rather get you a enema
i promise you don’t want me as a enemy
i make my way in i’m a major payne and
you mother f-ckers is still little league
[hook]

i light it on fire
you get any closer
you getting the smoke
i light it on fire
if you need some heat
then you know where to go
i light it on fire
i’m full of gas
and i’m getting some more
i light it on fire
i light it on

[verse 2]

i got the moves and them sh-ts is contagious
some gonna catch ’em
and some gonna hate ‘em
even when drinking i’m still never faded
i am the color they paint with
and i am unplugging the matrix
look you should show me
where the safe is before i get dangerous
i put ‘em in place
and then they start taking me places
ooo baby
you gonna have to be sharp as a tack
you got a p-ssy so barter with that
use your resources it’s honor in that
she like a regular b-tch when upright
but she turn into a star on her back
call her sha’carri she d-gg-ng a track
if it’s a dollar she all into that
she love to trap and you’ll fall into that
i don’t trip i stay laced up
in the freshest kicks
and when i step it get lit
like micheal jackson in that billie jean sh-t
and i make hits
like nfl players on they b-tch
i’m throwing blows
till my knuckles bleed
i got a broken wrist
and can’t feel my fist
[hook]

- garry with two rs

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