More Fire More Flamez

More fire. Fire. More fire.

This is young fire, old flame. Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames.

More fire. Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game. More fire.

Go again. This is young fire, old flame.

Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire. Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we. . .

I cross fire on the page like I'm Mallory Black. More fire. I'm playing Amy in the wine house, now

Valerie's back. More fire. Small-minded if you want me to clash. More fire.

My uncle's battling with cancer, we're too busy battling that. More fire.

It's from the heart when it's done for the fam. More fire.

From my mother robbing Pete out to pay Paul with Jack and the lads. More fire.

My young gunner, he's the man of the match. More fire.

He's my star nine player, he don't even want a pat on the back. More fire. 'Cause every now and then you gotta make a man know. More fire.

They're in here already with the second-hand smoke. More fire. Liquid John

Snow, the way I take a man's throne. More fire.

Gave my diamonds to my queen, now my palace turn home. More fire. I found my attire of a sabër, I'm grown. More fire.

My man a star, so me have a Saturn Miro. More fire.

And when they bang drud, we give them pepper and salt. More fire.

And make 'em know the Lord is my shepherd and goat. Say it, go, whoa. This is young fire, old flame.

Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire.

Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game. More fire. Go again. This is young fire, old flame.

Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire.

Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we. . . It's been about 10 years and my desire's still burning. More fire.

Raised hell, though I grew up in the church, mom. More fire.

Probably felt that fire in her belly at my birth 'cause- More fire. . . .

when her son came out the boy started lighting up the world. I need a golden globe the way I got my act together.

More fire. We went on tour, it put us on the map together. More fire.

They were calling me The Voice, so I gave them acapella. More fire. Saw panoramic views from a

Porsche Panamera. Back when all I had was Dre. More fire.

Before they spat my music or started wheeling up my lines.

I did a U-turn, guess I was on the road to realign. The direction I was headed had me blinded by the lights.

And the streets made us wanna rap, why am I skinner in a race where they tell you, "Dry your eyes, nigga"? From the scale to the chart, when they saw us climbing. More fire.

They tried to put us out, but I just ignited us. Go again, ah.

This is young fire, old flame.

Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire.

Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game. More fire. Go again. This is young fire, old flame.

Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire.

Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game. More fire. Go again. Make we burst some flames.

We never aim now when we have 'em. Working like a slave, but me come in a custom chain.

Another day just when we adjust some things. Photo bust, stood in the rain.

Let a man dem all bust champagne. I'm in a Range and it come with a custom plate.

Hole in the roof, roof, let's let the roof get raised. More fire.

This is young fire, old flame. Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames. More fire.

Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game. More fire. Go again.

This is young fire, old flame. Now we gotta give 'em more fire, more flames.

More fire. Pure fire, propane, let it burn till we kill the whole game.

More fire.

More fire.

More fire. Fire.

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