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Fires Video (MV)




Performed By: Trae Tha Truth
Featuring: Lil Yachty
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Fraier Othel Thompson III, Miles Parks McCollum




Trae Tha Truth - Fires Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]

Hey, ice you up, bust you down
Head tap, play around, sit here, then I get around
I did that shit more than once, I move 'round like ain't no opps
I flew you out, but it had stops, I fly her out, it's first, no doubt
I get you hotter than a sauna, booze from a liar
I've been rich since I was young, ain't check no tires
F*ck with me and you get whatever you desire
Break your back while you sing, like a choir
Pop a X, turn you up, get you wired
She never felt like this with none of her niggas prior
She call me when you f*ck up to put out fires

She in my crib, tryna get work, you gon' get fired
She on my neck, I'm in the back, shit like canyon
Throwin' it back, tryna get rough like she a fighter
We lit, no lighter, her grip be tighter
Ayy, ayy, it ain't nothin' realer
She beg me to kill it like I was a killer
Punchin' this beat like a dealer, she get with me
I'm on a different level, I make her sound like a tenor
No static, don't need no antenna
All these diamonds, I'm December
Want to eat me like I'm dinner
When I finish, I'ma spin her, trophy me, like I'm a winner
Got her waitin' front center
I'm on fire like a sinner, nigga, remember
Word to X, I'ma do this for my dawgs, got it on lock, no laws
She in a dress, no drawers, I'm doin' this for the cause
Pick her up, drop her off in a Rolls, I'm a boss
Like I'm Ross, should've been a dentist, way I floss
Try to go against and get a loss, shit on me, frosted
Got a new whip and exhaust it
Talkin' that water, no faucet, ain't no tellin' what it costed
All this shit they see on me, it be real
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, it's in the ill
I be havin' that shit on me, that's why they steal
This shit ain't film
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Hey, ice you up, bust you down
Head tap, play around, sit here, then I get around
I did that shit more than once, I move 'round like ain't no opps
I flew you out, but it had stops, I fly her out, it's first, no doubt
I get you hotter than a sauna, booze from a liar
I've been rich since I was young, ain't check no tires
F*ck with me and you get whatever you desire
Break your back while you sing, like a choir
Pop a X, turn you up, get you wired
She never felt like this with none of her niggas prior
She call me when you f*ck up to put out fires

She in my crib, tryna get work, you gon' get fired
She on my neck, I'm in the back, shit like canyon
Throwin' it back, tryna get rough like she a fighter
We lit, no lighter, her grip be tighter
Ayy, ayy, it ain't nothin' realer
She beg me to kill it like I was a killer
Punchin' this beat like a dealer, she get with me
I'm on a different level, I make her sound like a tenor
No static, don't need no antenna
All these diamonds, I'm December
Want to eat me like I'm dinner
When I finish, I'ma spin her, trophy me, like I'm a winner
Got her waitin' front center
I'm on fire like a sinner, nigga, remember
Word to X, I'ma do this for my dawgs, got it on lock, no laws
She in a dress, no drawers, I'm doin' this for the cause
Pick her up, drop her off in a Rolls, I'm a boss
Like I'm Ross, should've been a dentist, way I floss
Try to go against and get a loss, shit on me, frosted
Got a new whip and exhaust it
Talkin' that water, no faucet, ain't no tellin' what it costed
All this shit they see on me, it be real
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, it's in the ill
I be havin' that shit on me, that's why they steal
This shit ain't film
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Fraier Othel Thompson III, Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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