Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire
I diddy bop
My fitty cocked
My city hot
I'm dodging the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat
Yeah, I'm kicking back
Yeah, I'm getting stacks
These bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back
Yeah, I really mack
Yeah, how real is that
You love 'em you really wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is intact
My biceps and triceps is aye, yes
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
I'm coming through
In something new
The color is smurf blue
I'm puffing that purple
Believe it; if I talk it, I walk it
Like Hershel
I get it like it is on a commercial
Verse two
This is verse two
It is worse, too
I'll murk you
Like I birthed you
You niggas small bubbles, I'll burp you
And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
My jewelry earth blue
Some say it's earth green
I'm like; whatever, my shit mean and obscene
Now I've been seen
On a lot of different scenes
That mean I got a lot of different cream
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
Yeah
I raise more fire
To the Man up higher
I lick a shot
To let Him know that I'm a Rider
My dreads hang
To let Him know that I'm a Lion
Represent the Jungle
When the others just tryin'
I represent my Mother
Like "Baby, stop cryin'"
I know my Papa gone
But guarantee he see I shinin'
Yeah
Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest
Now you are being blinded
By European diamond
And you are seein' two-or-three times, and
Got your vision all fucked up
Now you can't even find me
And I ain't even hidin'
Naw, I'm right here baby
She wanna worship me
I'm like 'Yeah, baby'
Batty man
Get the shotty to his head
Rock-a-bye his ass to sleep
Rock it, lay him down to bed
I'll put you in my pocket
Right next to the condoms, homie
You ain't nothing but a profit
Shit
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
Yeah, mo' fire
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire
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