Joe Budden - Fire (Yes, Yes Y'all) lyrics

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Joe Budden - Fire (Yes, Yes Y'all) lyrics

Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care Some people see me creep they mack all type, that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside, kids aight Yes, y'all it's the one and only, what else? And I came to have fun, here homey, what else? And I came with a ton of money but Don't get it twisted, the gun is on me now This chick's with her man frontin' on me I'll holla at her when she done with homey 'Cause, jump off, I got a ton of grown freaks One named Tasha, one named Monique One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight She got her good heels on with her jacob ice And ma love to club, so she stay up nice And she give me brains just the way I like One's real ghetto, don't give a reason She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff 'bout cheatin' Joey only go to her crib on weekends Real real late when the kids are sleepin' 'Tis the season, no more BS music Watch and learn, see us do this Geeks, here's new sh**, playboy, I keep Exclusives to make dudes see less units, c'mon Can't stop won't stop, rock it to the rhythm 'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down 'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus 'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where my n***as at? Guess who's coming? It be the God of the flows It be the God of the spitting, it be the God of the blows You'll be black and blue up your sh** and probably swell up your nose Lotta b**hes love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes Let me prazzle your head Do and skidattle with Joe And get a stack of that money And get a stack of the 'dro Better back it up money before they crack through the dome I got a pack of them n***as that leave a crack in yo' skull Hold up, see, I ain't finished with y'all before I diminish, let me handle My business with y'all, watching you n***as You shook, all you looking all nervous Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose, now ladies My Mercedes Maybach Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm 'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down 'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus 'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where my n***as at? Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care Some people see me creep they mack all type, that's alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside, kids aight Yes, yes, y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled, it ain't this easy All, y'all so 'n so's shamed that cheesy You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly Who's flyin' rap? I, in fact, by myself No one behind the attack And f** sound scan I ain't buying that 'Cause y'all sell 'em to the stores then buy 'em back Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap If the rest of what you provide is wack I see creativity dying fast I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks Now they do it all, you just applying the rap Honestly now, it's not the economy's down Now rap dudes s** they own pee hole The wacker the music, the bigger the ego Fans left suffering, gasping And it's embarra**ing, jump off, I'm the aspirin I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm 'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down 'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus 'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where my n***as at? Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! ...

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