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Paroles de la chanson Mr. Fire par OneShotAce

[Sheff G]
Uh, hey, M8V3N gang
M8V3N the gang, gang, gang
The gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

[Sheff G]
Look, they call me Mister Grrat, huh
They didn't believe I could make it, huh
Gun on my hip gon' fire, huh
Better leave 'em on the pavement, huh
Bitches see me, get amazed, huh
She say my sex is amazin', huh
She say I'm drivin' her crazy, huh
She wanna have a lil' baby, huh

[Sheff G]
I stay with Louis, ain't no designer, he make a scene for me, huh
Niggas be goofy, bring out the choppers
Bring out the beam for thеse pussy-ass, soft-ass niggas
Really, they don't want no smokе
Bet if I hit yo' ass ain't no way he gettin' back up off the floor, huh
Look, heard that boy shot, I'm the one do it
I'm the last one to try, first one shootin'
I'ma plan on the hits that I'm all boomin'
Wanna chase? All gas, then we stop movin', huh
No, we can't talk on no story, huh, these niggas fakin' they stories
I never lied, nigga, please, can't make it up, Maybelline

[Sheff G]
Look, they call me Mister Grrat, huh (Bah, bah, bah)
They didn't believe I could make it, huh
Gun on my hip gon' fire, huh (Bah, bah, bah)
Better leave 'em on the pavement, huh
Bitches see me, get amazed, huh
She say my sex is amazin', huh
She say I'm drivin' her crazy, huh
She wanna have a lil' baby, huh

[OneShotAce]
(Nigga, this real shit, nigga, brrt) Look
I'm gettin' better, let's bet it up (Let's bet it up)
These niggas broke, they can't bet enough (Niggas broke)
All of your jewelry look regular

She off the za and my dick like a edible (Hah)
We movin' in for a better view
Gang wanna see when up close what that F&N do (Boom)
I just told bro to be vegan
The way he keep turnin' the beef into vegetables, look
When you get money like this (Like this)
You gotta watch on your peoples
When you get money like Mitch (Like Mitch, huh)
You gotta watch for the R.I.C.O.
(Fetti and crack, bro got a line to the back)
He open the trap like it's legal
Keep it a stack, niggas ain't wan' see me stack
That's why I be thinkin' these evils, look
They wanted me on some drill shit, uh (On some drill shit)
They wanna know if I kill shit, uh (If I kill shit)

They wanna know how many blocks we spin
And smacks on that KelTec, look (Shh)
Say you get money, that's real reg'
'Cause your brodie got bond and ain't bailed yet (Damn)
Said he wrote you and ain't get no mail back (Damn)
So that real shit you talk, we don't feel that, look
I was just down on my luck, now my pockets is up
Feel like big dawg in this bitch
I made it back to the hub with them bricks in the trunk
I'm like, "Thank God for that shit" (Thank God)
State gigs and fed' charges, I risked (I risked)
You ain't ever been involved in that shit (Uh-uh)
We'll catch him at a light, prolly lose his life
Hatin' be the cause of that shit (Brrt)

Gang ride with them poles like, "Fuck 'em" (Like, "Fuck 'em")
Thirty shots, certain way you gotta tuck 'em (Certain way)
It's goin' down in this bitch, we'll up 'em (You know that)
Try and even up the score and be a bucket
Never switched on the plan, we just updated (Updated)
Thirty-six on the wrist, I'ma upgrade it (Uh)
Niggas cannot catch up, so they frustrated
(Shit, tell 'em stay in they lane, gang)

[ Sheff G]
Look, they call me Mister Grrat, huh
They didn't believe I could make it, huh
Gun on my hip gon' fire, huh
Better leave 'em on the pavement, huh

Bitches see me, get amazed, huh
She say my sex is amazin', huh
She say I'm drivin' her crazy, huh
She wanna have a lil' baby, huh

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