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joe far - cigar & a torch lyrics

[chorus: joe far]
i can get it bumping, get it real loud
talk that sh+t until that mother f+cking heater out
gasoline in the mother f+cking house
cigar and a torch you know we gon’ burn it down
i can get it bumping, get it real loud
talk that sh+t until that mother f+cking heater out
gasoline in the mother f+cking house
cigar and a torch you know we gon’ burn it down

[verse: joe far]
i’ma be real for a moment, y’all thought i was fake
but in the heat of the moment, you the one who done flaked
when the clappers outpaced, by the bullets, grenade
and the busters afraid, they gon’ end up in a grave
nah that ain’t me, i don’t fear no man
swing a sword like a warrior, conan
hear my plan, got it right, i’m a man, i’ma fight
finna stand for whats right, if i can’t then i might
be out the game, i’ma do it till i can’t more
camo on, looking like i’m bout to go to war
hit the floor like you slumped, from a punch
out the door, just like you breaking for lunch
y’all got it twisted, cuz you see i’m right here
i invite fear, the sh+t to fuel nightmares
i don’t care what y’all thought
i’m the baddest mother f+cker that you ever came across
[chorus: joe far]
i can get it bumping, get it real loud
talk that sh+t until that mother f+cking heater out
gasoline in the mother f+cking house
cigar and a torch you know we gon’ burn it down
i can get it bumping, get it real loud
talk that sh+t until that mother f+cking heater out
gasoline in the mother f+cking house
cigar and a torch you know we gon’ burn it down

[verse: montana corleone]
double dutch with the devil have you tripping
four fifth grippin’, grey goose sippin’
designer sleek drippin’, sneak peak the smith and
leave a rapper missing, cold metal kissing
keep with all that dissing, you rappers need to listen
creep up on you, get to f+ckin’ ripping
same struggle, same hustle, smoke raining out the top of the muzzle
i’m the answer to your puzzle, i’m the prophet mary, mother
all these other rappers sucka
lonely mother f+cker, angry mother f+cker
banging for my brother, i’m hanging with your mother
you hiding when we sliding, lying ’bout the violence
ruling like a tyrant, running hear a siren
spanish b+tch a dancer, really i’m the answer
fall away for three, scoring buckets like a g
i’m what you rappers want to be
i’m what you rappers want to be

- joe far lyrics

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