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bodega bamz & the martinez brothers - fire lyrics

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
p.a.p.i, yelling out the the window, “why?”
you did me dirty, gave you everything, tried
cry me a river on the speedboat, high
tattoos by p-ss-es, satan b.a.m.z
calling me her main g, baby
my n-gg-, [?], ain’t smoke weed lately
back up, pa, you know papi ’bout to make this flip
make this trip, cairo, egypt
hood fatigues, 40 below st–z
no crease in jeans, me and mines ’bout the breeze
under armour, heat like degree
in case i gotta pull out, drop to your knees
henny shots with n-gg-s that open spots
on the ave, minor dudes making major cash
never lied, ready to never die
sky’s the limit, venus is my bride
i tried to walk a thin line
you ain’t saying nothing like a mime, every line
i rhyme and recite it, these motherf-ckers try to bite it
simple -ss flow, switch it and ignite it

[hook: bodega bamz]
fire, if you read my palms
god like, every night, gotta read my psalms
i said fire, if you read my palms
god like, every night, gotta read my psalms, baby

[verse 2: bonnie b]
f-ck your money, n-gg-, i ain’t a dummy
try to buy my heart and rip this sh-t apart, funny
said you love me, took trips where it’s sunny
told you, “if you play me once, this sh-t will get ugly”
thought you married the p-ssy, worship the poonani
come to find out, you was f-cking everybody
but it’s aight, ‘cause my p-ssy ain’t tight
with my b-tches every night, whiling in the limelight
he wanna cop me shoes after i seduce him
pick and choose egos, stroke and boost ’em
like bootsy collins, got the munchies for your love
f-cking high on an island, watch the stars above
n-gg-, what? i’m straight up out the hood
know i got that good good, do what these b-tches wish they could
but f-ck it, i’m on a mission for these duckets
time to medicate, break the dutch, crack the window and i got it
rocking b-tter timbs, i been drinking for a whole weekend
on a limb, i’m the crème de la crème
ain’t with the itty bitty t-t committee
we sip the remy or the henny, diddy boppin’ through the city

[hook 2: bonnie b]
start that fire, when they make that call
getting high every night like i’m ten feet tall
fire, when they make that call
getting high every night like i’m ten feet tall, n-gg-

- bodega bamz the martinez brothers lyrics

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