Fireman Band$ - Lose It

You know, sometimes ... you gotta rock a nigga to sleep
And when he least expect it, you get 'em you heard

FIREMAN, FIREMAN, FIREMAN, FIREMAN, FIREMAN

Niggas talkin out they mouth until they get punched in it
I want all the smoke, bitch I cam with the runts in it
Big ballin like a nigga be dunkin it
She suckin this dick, I don't know why you cuffin it
On the block, you know a nigga be thuggin it
Throwin money, know these strippers be lovin it
I'm so hot gotta put on an oven mitt
This is my city, you know that I'm runnin it

Niggas talkin out they mouth until they get punched in it
I want all the smoke, bitch I cam with the runts in it
Big ballin like a nigga be dunkin it
She suckin this dick, I don't know why you cuffin it
On the block, you know a nigga be thuggin it
Throwin money, know these strippers be lovin it
I'm so hot gotta put on an oven mitt
This is my city, you know that I'm runnin it

Before I came up, I had to starve a little
I got the uzi and its far from little
Catchin a lick was the gameplan
I was on these niggas like a spray tan
When he hit the corner, know I ran down
I told the homies to stand down
He aint run his shit, I was like damn wow
That night I caught me a man-down

Big glocks you know I walk wit it
I'm from New York, you know I talk different
Tatted up like I don't need a job
Bitch I'm a boss, don't you see the mob
I got the cake like a bakery
You see da chains, no slavery
I cannot deal with the fakery
All I can do is chase the c.r.e.a.m

Niggas talkin out they mouth until they get punched in it
I want all the smoke, bitch I cam with the runts in it
Big ballin like a nigga be dunkin it
She suckin this dick, I don't know why you cuffin it
On the block, you know a nigga be thuggin it
Throwin money, know these strippers be lovin it
I'm so hot gotta put on an oven mitt
This is my city, you know that I'm runnin it

Niggas talkin out they mouth until they get punched in it
I want all the smoke, bitch I cam with the runts in it
Big ballin like a nigga be dunkin it
She suckin this dick, I don't know why you cuffin it
On the block, you know a nigga be thuggin it
Throwin money, know these strippers be lovin it
I'm so hot gotta put on an oven mitt
This is my city, you know that I'm runnin it

Written by:
Derek Santana-Williams

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