Vārdi:
Flat Fire

flat broke love Flat broke love Baby it's a flat broke love It's a flat broke love Flat broke love Baby, she's a flat broke love Oh, a flat broke love

know we always coming through Me and my crew Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) To all my dogs that's straight

take take take it off Take take take it off He said, take take take it off Verse 2: it's going down Like four flat tires Boy you got my body on fire

or learn to hope? Get back on your way at the end of the day Under the fire and the rain The whole big bloody parade

of LA Gears He thought they were to take pictures of instead of wear I started hanging out and my jeans got tighter My weird neighbours set their own house on fire

hide you ain't no use in your disguise your mind is where it builds all the things you really feel gving up the game will knock you flat but that ain

for no one Yo hopped out the whip, popped the heater out the glove-y Ski-masked it up, bout to jack these fools, love me Blasted through the door, blazing hell with the shells flyin, Spiderwebbed the flat

war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty ammunition

might bloom, so you assume position Wishin he would listen, so you start to kissin It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired