Fireworks Lyrics

[Intro: H1]
These boy trap for designer
Hh1 come with a minor
My Yg one timer
My og he a fighter
But he rather flick with a lighter
But he rather lit the force the
Cuzzy Rev up bare horse tho
Kojay Rev up bare skrttt

[Verse 1: H1]
3 on the beat she hurt
3 on the beat like a yatty
3 and I beat cuz I'm skatty
Kush for the push like a fatty
Stars in my green cuz I'm paki
These manna hate yo these manna fassy
Boy wanna act sick then I landed
Manna got the blueprint like I planned it
Nitty came late so I back handed
I'm out on the field manna got tactics
Don't like jakes cuz they slammed bagga mine
Don't compare manna don't do grime
Blue room shit manna get in your line
Blue room shit manna get in your lane
Better back up bitch mother f*cking lame
Say he changed but he still f*cking fake
[Hook: H1]
Loving my Type she loving my type
I be that guy I be that guy
You is a dyke acting all bi acting up then bitch
I'm waving her bye
Smoke to the sky catching a high
Them boy they lie them boy they try
Lowe it my guy forfeit my guy
Fire works 4th of July

[Verse 2: Essjay]
Planting my room couple tree yah
Me I got forks cause i move that
Serve to the cats or cougar
In my Nike tracksuit or my Puma
Vacuum pack on my zoot
Or I suck that brown and hoover
On the phone to RJ whats the motive shank in my waist like the shoes at
Them man there don't do that
Cash on my mind on the day and the nights and the cats holler me for the food at Cats holler me for the food at
I told that bitch if she planned it
Cats holler me for the kwenging
Enter the room I was penging
Yeah I dropped that beat and I went in
[Hook: H1]
Loving my Type she loving my type
I be that guy I be that guy
You is a dyke acting all bi acting up then bitch
I'm waving her bye
Smoke to the sky catching a high
Them boy they lie them boy they try
Lowe it my guy forfeit my guy
Fire works 4th of July

[Verse 3: Nino]
Lock man lick shots on the day so casual
'Cause I want money more than a bagful
And I want girls more than a handful
And i'm still free no cheat i'm thankful
That i'm still outchea roaming
And I got fire cats still phoning
Inna my gaff mum still moaning
And i'm in the strip in the whip just floating
Like a nimbus cloud
Man catch them they gon get dipped down
Like Kojay said we were bringing a sound
Can't stand them tell a boy sit down
Can't stand them 'cause a boy just lame
Them man there they're lame
Man i'm on the strip gone hot like Dwayne
Run up on the spot with the mash like Dame
[Hook: H1]
Loving my Type she loving my type
I be that guy I be that guy
You is a dyke acting all bi acting up then bitch
I'm waving her bye
Smoke to the sky catching a high
Them boy they lie them boy they try
Lowe it my guy forfeit my guy
Fire works 4th of July

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