Testo On Fire - Young Dro
Testo della canzone On Fire (Young Dro), tratta dall'album RIP
Know that boy fire (hey, hey, hey)
Know that boy fire (y'all know, take this as impressive)
Know that boy fire
I'm fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
I'm the hottest goddamn (damn), brown Trans-Am (-Am)
And I'm on fire (fire), loud as Cam (Cam)
Standing in the trap with these loud ass yams (yams)
Loud ass pipes on these loud ass rims (rims)
Lord (Lord), Lord (Lord), look at my garage (oh!)
Maserati cars (cars), I can't even flourish (flourish)
This is no facade (facade), bitches go retarded (retard)
Diamond pants, we call that a banjo or a yard (yard)
My paint keep fallin' (fallin'), wet-wet shawty (yeah)
Shawty leave money (money), I'm still ballin'
Got the soldiers in platoons (platoons), pockets on balloons (balloons)
Stack my money up and take a rocket to the moon (yeah!)
AK in the refrigerator, but my Glock is in the room (baw)
When I get with no hoe, first we pop it then we zoom (zoom)
I'm the hottest in the room (room), you know I won't lie (lie)
You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on fire
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking on fire, hey!
Run up if you want, please shawty don't try
Players only live once, everybody gon' die
So whatever shawty want, you know shawty gon' buy, hey
'Cause shawty on fire, on fire
Shawty on fire (on fire)
Shawty on fire (on fire)
Shawty on fire (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
I am Young Dro, what you telling me
Pocket full of celery
I know how to be a player, I am Bia Bellamy
Nigga run up on me wrong, gonna get a felony
Neck fresh in the club, damn who the hell is he
Fellas be, jealousy, my car look like my Audemar
Goons in the crowd and I don't know how to call 'em off
I'ma start a holocaust, razor bull, paid in full
Paint the Regal gray in March, aqua blue in April
Diamonds in the stable, cages I'ma blow 'em out
Tell them bitches if they don't behave I'ma throw 'em out
Drop top popular, make it rain on the Doppler
Grand hustle king, I am mafia
Nigga what's popping, I'm a beast
Soon as I hit release mode
Pop your head open like them Lamborghini doors
Young Dro, I'm the best thing smoking on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking on fire, hey!
Run up if you want, please shawty don't try
Players only live once, everybody gon' die
So whatever shawty want, you know shawty gon' buy, hey
'Cause shawty on fire, on fire
Shawty on fire (on fire)
Shawty on fire (I'm on fire)
Shawty on fire (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (I'm on fire)
Call me Young Dro, 'cause I'm smoking (on fire)
Shoutout to the Holy Clay
Kid get the Rich Kids
RIP
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Hoge, Corey Justin Crowder, Christopher Alan Young, Kane Brown
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