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letra de mo fire - j. matz

[hook: fleck wallace]
on top, of you, peasants hating
my team, we showtime
cups full plus blazing
mo fire, mo fire
you want tracks we got mo fire
f-ck you and you your team
my boys spit mo fire
mo fire (x15)

[verse 1: fleck wallace]
still here same booth
ride around with my same crew
every time we done hit the club
they had a bad roof they let the rain through
we ride around like gangs do
this the mafia you better pay dues (oh lord!)
my n-ggas trapping i pray to god they pray to you (amen.)
my revenue i exercise i’m on point im energized
that b-tch never gave me play but she said my stack and i saw her thighs
i don’t know u guys run up on me and i show u guys
heavy metal, rock star, your demise through open eyes
tattoos, music, drugs, that’s my life
night light, club light, cop light, i seen all the lights (ahh!)
tequila shot to the n-ggas out there with the biggest block and biggest glocks big pimping outta that parking lot
shot to kink shot to pj no license on me but i race the freeway
we don’t give a f-ck what he she say
running to the money like a f-cking relay
you talk a lot but you need not say
not one, not two, i’m three payed
got mo fire, mo heat, all ya’ll gone need mo shade

[hook: fleck wallace]

[intro: j. matz]
uh, yo, yo! and it goes..

[verse 2: j. matz]
i’m not to new but it seems familiar
trynna find my ground like the indians
be the greatest reggie miller (indiana)
punch him in the face, bow down
cause i’m a cavalier, why you shed a tear?
how many f-cks does it take to get a f-ck
to those who don’t give a f-ck, i’m the sh-t
you just the bugs, surrounding the hype?
i’ll strip you of your stripes
to reach that new height, bet
i’mma wipe you out, just show me a good
mother f-ckin’ fight, let’s do it
one hook to the chin, take flight, sike
i probably said it outta spite, drunk writing
with my henney and my sprite, lesbihonest
i ain’t f-cking with a dike, yikes!
trynna spit game but i’m hoping the club turn on the lights
what you think i got time for you?
sh-t..i got sh-t to do, time’s overdue
man, f-ck your crew! they call me joey cause
i hop from tail to tail like a baby kangaroo
and i f-cked enough b-tches to make a choir
trynna give you that, mo fire, i’m the supplier
finna make you higher, your songs fresh?
but my sh-t’s flyer, uh, if i tell you i’m the best?
i’m a liar liar, f-ck around catch my pants on fire
k!llin’ these beats, hit man for hire
burning these rappers all together, hahaha..
looking like a bond fire, put this d-ck..

[hook: fleck wallace]

- j matz

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