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letra de fire sign - vae vanilla

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
fire in my eyes, fire on the slice
talkin’ sh-t my 9-to-5, i spit fire all the time
streets said i’m heat, i’m a real fire sign
i be, i be, i be, ayy, ayy
(bangthatsh-t)

[chorus]
fire in my eyes, fire on the slice
talkin’ sh-t my 9-to-5, i spit fire all the time
streets said i’m heat, i’m a real fire sign
i be walkin’ on these beats and walkin’ out these n-ggas’ lives
i got that dope boy open with some scammers on the side
thuggin’ for the moment, boy, i ain’t your ride or die
said i did you wrong, you ain’t never lied
how my pretty ass make the toughest n-ggas cry? ayy
[verse]
keep slidin’, stop slidin’, i ain’t listen
[?][0:43] feelin’ lifted
i ain’t really have to pick the life that i chose, but i picked it
i saw this money was in the description
b-tch can’t come to me as a woman ’cause i’m knowin’ his intentions
ho, checkin’ ain’t cheatin’ if you pimpin’, girl’s trippin’
probably ’cause her man stay in my mentions
but he broke so he won’t get my attention, girl, listen
bag heavy, keep the extras, that sh-t petty
do not call my phone if you ain’t money-ready
only can respond tellin’ you how much to send me
i’ll tax five bands for a feature if you let me
i be snappin’, but i ain’t rappin’ for fun
i took fifty, you took ten, we ain’t have the same run
n-ggas fakin’ like they gangsta, tasha, come and get your son
just a soft-ass n-gga in the hood with a gun
i be trappin’ in the sun, crackin’ cars when i’m done
movin’ bows, workin’ dumps, still under twenty-one
i don’t let ’em see the l’s, y’all gon’ know when i won
name a b-tch in this bag, i can’t even think of none
hunnid bands, it don’t take long to make it
whole hood f-ckin’ with this bag that i’m shakin’
coldest in the city, i can’t fake it
f-ck the ones before me and the one that be replacements
claim the package when you f-ck with me, nothin’ basic
b-tches could be showin’ love for free but they hatin’
y’all put money over loyalty, that sh-t crazy
never trade my babies, i ain’t pressed to be famous
got more bands than mercedez
[chorus]
fire in my eyes, fire on the slice
talkin’ sh-t my 9-to-5, i spit fire all the time
streets said i’m heat, i’m a real fire sign
i be walkin’ on these beats and walkin’ out these n-ggas’ lives
i got that dope boy open with some scammers on the side
thuggin’ for the moment, boy, i ain’t your ride or die
said i did you wrong, you ain’t never lied
how my pretty ass make the toughest n-ggas cry?

- vae vanilla

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