Half-Time Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire
번역: 그래, 그래 항상 예. 소방 씨에 씨 개봉된.
the roof on fire Gonna burn this motherfucker down, down, down, down, down, down, down Hands up, when the music drops, we both put our hands up Put your hands on
me Mr.Flinstone I can make your bedrock, I-I-I can make your bedrock, I-I-I can make your bedrock girl, I-I-I can make your bedrock, I-I-I can make your
Mane) I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry on me
the blue water like we at the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit
one got the ammo, that's why I bullet-proofed the Lambo In the middle-east on a camel Runnin' through the jungle, Rambo, Liberace tango Swingin' on a
set the roof on fire Gonna burn this mother fucker down, down, down, down, down, down Hands up, when the music drops We both put our hands up Put your hands on
in my Benz truck Then he call your friends up Yea, I put it on her She won't even bring her mans up Damn bruh Heard that you need to get them ends up On
m on them top I'm more fire (ahhhhh) My style makes it higher, crisp bootys in the pants And you know its Mr. Kardi from the time you take a glance ("
we get back at 'em VERSE 2: They call me Kardie Mr. Gasoline World turn to (FIRE!) When they see me steppin' on the scene And we don't buy it unless
?Coz the roof?s on and off?s like they in and out of their minds Eggshell pale teeter-totter on the scale The oh-nines is out and I ain?t waiting on
don't see me at the crib Mean I'm on the road, puttin' food on the table for my kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs Ain't too many
it all the way Right down through the wire Even through the fire) (Through the fire, to the limit Through the fire, to the limit Through the fire, to the limit Through the fire
on judgement day Hip hip hooray, Mr. Reaper Babylon the great The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled The liquor fire is calling
, this ain't Mayaguez This is the island of Nueva York We'll go through the projects Make-out on the roofs An' count the stars like silver studs on My
eye anyway The smile on your face, it's on your plate It's on a silver plate So they say, they say in heaven There's no husbands and wives On the day
, tryna get on their feet But see your brain is so cloudy And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission And get down for your dough,
