LUDACRIS

LUDACRIS - I'm On Fire ft. Big K.R.I.T. lyrics

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[Ludacris:]

Look, I make my own decisions

Learn from my own mistakes

My enemies they want beef but don’t know what’s at stake

I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope

I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope

I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags

To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag

I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model

To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows

I heard it’s a recession, while you hardly survive

The hardest decision of my day is which car I’ma drive

Roll’s Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac’

Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back

This aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner

Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina

And women lost for words, guess they don’t know English

No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish

Hook:

Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand

(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke somethin;

And don’t you understand with the World in my hand

If I aint the shit

Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand

(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;

And don’t you understand with the World in my hand

If I aint the shit

[Ludacris:]

Now as the World turns spinning on its axis

My dick be brushing women’s lips like chapstick

They say it’s cold on the outside

So like a dentist I’m tryna keep the mouth wide

Reminiscing on my days on the southside

I made many leak and I aint talkin’ ’bout no housewives

From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma

From women saying “hey chris” to “GODDAMN LUDA!”

From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop

To white neighbors swear I’m selling crack rock

Eyes so low they think I’m Asian when I’m blazing

Cause that purples on my chest like I’m playing for the Ravens

Cadillac Devilles still rolling till the tires flat

Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back

Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel

I sign for millions, ya’ll would never get the same deal

[Hook:]

[Big K.R.I.T:]

I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you forget it

But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay besides me

We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime

I promise you won’t let go

I got an old school and that bass big

If it aint on chrome than it aint me

And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season

Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December

Breaking backs as they cracking limber

If that’s your bitch than she can’t remember

I give her wood, she holla timber

And the paint I play the sum or attention

Television of a player with an intention to be rich?

Well I hate to mention?

Back again, one more time for the buck niggas

And the thorough bread that won’t f-ck with ‘em

And hanged on cause I stuck with ‘em

I aint got time to waste hoe

Didn’t have shit now I make more than I can barely count

Keep the thorough bread shaking what the Good Lord gave ‘em

You chick ass been a bounce

We still live from the underground

Aint nothing changed to me

I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be

Young Chris…

[Hook:]

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Thanks to garbo

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