调：F major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut,
She gonna be drove then
And I'ma cut the TV off and go
to sleep on that ho then
you tell her everything else
She gon' to be with her boyfriend,
you gon' to be by your damn self
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but
some mouth and lip service
That's all I can do with you,
cause I don't want your ass
name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind how
I'ma hit that from behind
And my lil' boo stay next door
I'm getting tired of you rappers
Its time for me to restore
me was eating at Taco Bell
All that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin' pockets
You can't pick it or pocket
Out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up
Verse 2
Gm
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 3
F#m
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 4
Gm
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 5
F#m
Verse 6
Black Magic on his tires
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Just talk and greet a ho
If I tell you do something
You better do what I say
If you planning on playing me
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It been like that before I got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga
But its gone stop here
So I'ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain't hating its all good
It ain't hard to do
You'se a fine motherfucker
And you starving too
till it can't see
A nigga gone be like that until
the moment I retire
Ask them bitches 'bout me
And they gonna say that I'm on fire
Verse 7
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 8
F#m
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 9
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 10
F#m
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 11
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
And to open my door
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
You don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house
I got bad nerves
I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things
I'mma buy my bitch
play'em with a long string
You play them close
And they gone be thinking wrong things
you don't wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin' player
you a punk man
some of this dope dick
Stop handcuffing that bitch
let her approach this
he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire, on fire
Verse 12
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 13
F#m
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 14
Gm
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 16
Black Magic on his tires
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Verse 17
F#m
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Gm
Verse 18
Verse 19
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
Verse 20
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
Verse 21
I don't trust that bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
Verse 22
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't trust that bitch
Verse 23
F#m
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Gm
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
Verse 24
Verse 25
My bitch is your bitch
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