GrandeMarshall - Fuel and Fire Lyrics
[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall]When the ***** I sound likeAnyone of these nigga's huh (nigga's huh)You compare, but never listeningTo the lyrics huh (lyrics huh)(Why say that shit)You sound strict from the eastSound south, sound west***** that if I sound anythingBest believe I sound bestSo you can put all the debating and talking to restI’m itching to get itAnd beefing one of you niggasYeah ***** the internet, I’m seeing you niggasI’m in the street with you niggasAnd what I look like?On the internet, twitting these niggasI can’t believe these niggasIt ain’t nothing for me to call ski upCold up one if your viYou wanna see, huh?What’s beef, huh? (Me?)It’s waking up good every night sleep fineBut ***** these niggasNo I can’t ***** with these niggasWe breathe the same airAnd bleed the same bloodBut I ain’t got love for these niggasThrowing up gang signs up in my picturesBut still I’m a neutral, niggaBut if it came down to my niggasI ride for my niggas, do it to you niggas[Hook]Mama ain’t birth no *****My pops ain’t raised no *****It’s fuel to the fireReal nigga shit who run itAnd niggas talk a lot doing, but who done itGet money, if it ain’t about a dollarI don’t hit it, I’m a manUnderstand, ain’t another I’m fearing, 800Mama ain’t birth no *****My pops ain’t raised no *****It’s fuel to the fire[Verse 2]I got money on my mind niggaMoney on that 9 niggaPlay around with minesAnd I put money on your moms niggaGot a couple hoes down for the slob niggaFreak ***** top me off niggaGoons all on my squad niggaGot shooters that’s good for the jobAnd niggas know my styloBetter keep it peace broIf I see E on my pieYou gonn’ rest in peace bro’If you want it, you can catch a niggaYoung reckless nigga riding round townWindows down on a death wish niggaThugging since I saw a belly on a tv screenWe lick cocaine, legs fantasiesOne of the bad ***** missicksBig ass slim hips that will love to empty my drinkBreak it down for a nigga, lay it down for a niggaStick around for a nigga, touch it down for a niggaMisery up in my cup, whatPink kisses got me stumped, what?Purple lady feel me up, huhOn the road to a soul, speeding through the lamesDripping on the curbsHoling on the frameCall my painting to the purpleAnd my passion in the paintSo my sins in the stainDividends, but these divas on my penis kidI’m telling you I got all these *****esThinking they phoenixes***** I thought you was in love with the geniusAin’t all about the anal, now you next feature my fetusSaid you wanted colab with a nigga rightGenius turn to genius, now he passing milk every night***** don’t mean as much as it used beforeNigga famous I was deucing in the poom poomNow all these niggas street niggas and high fashionAin't hard to cop that vinci when you got some thousands stackingHarder on some rarris when you single platinumTouring the world it made you find a ***** with a foreign accentPorsche cayenne, baby mama call it honestyNow the dreadlock beautiful dark choose fantasy? and all these model *****es tryina be cool with my mama[Hook]
