Ludacris - I'm On Fire Lyrics

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[feat. big k.r.i.t.]

[ludacris]

Look i make my own decisions

Learn from my own mistakes

My enemies they want beef but dont know whats 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 its a recession while you hardly survive

The hardest decision of my day is which car ima drive

Rolls 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 dont know english

No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish

[hook]

Dont you understand with this blunt in my hand

(im fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;

And dont you understand with the world in my hand

If i aint the shit

Dont you understand with this blunt in my hand

(im fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;

And dont you understand with the world in my hand

If i aint the shit

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[ludacris - verse 2]

Now as the world turns spinning on its axis

My dick be brushing womens lips like chapstick

They say its cold on the outside

So like a dentist im 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 oehey chris to oegoddamn luda!

From playing slap box to making the lac drop

To white neighbours swear im selling crack rock

Eyes so low they think im asian when im blazing

Cause that purples on my chest like im playing for the ravens

Cadillac devilles still rolling til the tires flat

Not from arizona but i swear i want that diamond back

Sunroof tar wood grain wheel

I sign for millions yall would never get the same deal

[hook]

[big k.r.i.t - verse 3]

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 wont 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 thats your bitch than she cant 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 thoroughbread that wont f-ck with em

And hanged on cause i stuck with em

I aint got time to waste hoe

Didnt have shit now i make more than i can barely count

Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the good lord gave em

Yo 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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