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letra de set it on fire - tony touch

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rock marcy, so stop spreddin’ out malarchy
my rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than barbara sharpsee
i’m a freakers army? savage ya type like chaka zulo, papi chulo
not to be sulo, wilder than kujo, you actin’ fool yo

come on, swing ’em like a two way, back to school
rulership sh-t, bring them the newest, tony touch ’em, i f-ck ’em
this fool, who can f-ck with his dude
check what the butler, i cut his -ss up, somethin’ disgusting kid

my custom is, government cheese, chumpin’ them st–z
who’s a monkey wrench, jumpin’ machines get in between, so it seem
it’ll only cause a moment of scream
the super seed what i be sayin’ is like a king on his knees

i never fall, ‘cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness
loot for rightness, superst-tious, bazooka hit his -ss out
break a suspicious, three sixes of c-m
anti religious, kill ’em off on the first try

flipmode squad, there is none higher
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, should call messiah
we won’t stop rockin’, until we retire
let’s blow the spot and set the m-th-f-cka on fire

aiyo let’s turn the heat up
(and set it on fire)
let’s bring the noise my n-gg-
(and set it on fire)
and what the f-ck ya n-gg-s wanna do
(and set it on fire)
go get the gas and the matches
(and set it on fire)

ya, n-gg-s in the game, ya ain’t go no press
yo i go to hillside and cop a v from less
me and flip on the lot, in the green g.s.
leathers is out, rims yo they be b.s.
tv’s in the dash, watchin’ c.b.s.
later on watch the knicks on t.b.s.

rampage i’m the n-gg-, no second guess
yo my beeper goes off, it’s them shorties from out west
call them back, hit them off on street jack
i let ’em know, how this real n-gg- polly that
i’m in my car yo, them honies in the pontiac

how i dress, how i hustle, where the money at?
they love my rings, my watch, how i flooded that
put that on my eggs and toast and just b-tter that
flipmode, tony touch, son double that
f-ck around, sh-t gon’ double plat’

flipmode squad, there is none higher
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, should call messiah
we won’t stop rockin’, until we retire
let’s blow the spot and set the m-th-f-cka on fire

aiyo let’s turn the heat up
(and set it on fire)
let’s bring the noise my n-gg-
(and set it on fire)
and what the f-ck ya n-gg-s wanna do
(and set it on fire)
go get the gas and the matches
(and set it on fire)

-n-lyze the flavor, we ’bout to blaze ya, every move is major
major paper, office sp-ce up in the skyscr-per
n-gg-s on my crew d-ck, and need to get down
frown, from when your crew was just a major let down

official, sparkerly clear just like a gl-ss crystal
blast a pistol, that’s when ya start to hear my missile whistle
jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious
with the antidote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters

release this, i hope ya know that we about to freak this
f-ck discreteness, -n-lyze every n-gg- weakness
cut ya face up, then f-ck the place up
p-ss the l, without the coca lace up, let’s pick the pace up

stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up
wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up
blow the sp-ce up, while ya gaspin’ off ransom
then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion

flipmode squad, there is none higher
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, should call messiah
we won’t stop rockin’, until we retire
let’s blow the spot and set the m-th-f-cka on fire

aiyo let’s turn the heat up
(and set it on fire)
let’s bring the noise my n-gg-
(and set it on fire)
and what the f-ck ya n-gg-s wanna do
(and set it on fire)
go get the gas and the matches
(and set it on fire)

first and only female here to play my position
make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning
honey pet-te, walk around with the screwface
dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace

can’t see us, mommy sippin’, san greas
shotgun style will open up ya pancreas
puff remix, hittin’ sponsor for free kicks
bootleg ya sh-t with me spittin’ on the remix

type sh-t like doin’ shows with a blind fold
voicey q. will blow a circuit out ya console
f-ckin’ wit how i spit, ain’t gonna paper
black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup

no need to brag, my legislate speak
nine nine dig the time to shine like memph bleek
crown and half sheet, my white label leak
tellin’ mc’s to count eight weeks and say peace

flipmode squad, there is none higher
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, should call messiah
we won’t stop rockin’, until we retire
let’s blow the spot and set the m-th-f-cka on fire

aiyo let’s turn the heat up
(and set it on fire)
let’s bring the noise my n-gg-
(and set it on fire)
and what the f-ck ya n-gg-s wanna do
(and set it on fire)
go get the gas and the matches
(and set it on fire)

okay, you wanna make a million f-ckin’ dollars?
okay, i tell tony touch to put out a f-ckin’ mixtape
a mill here, a mill there
in f-ckin’ 10 years, we f-ckin’ buy this whole f-ckin’ place, puto

- tony touch

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