Young Money Publishing - On Fire lyrics

[Refrain] Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline She's on fire, put her out As a matter of fact, take her out Cause she's on fire Got on my knees and asked my Lord to keep me clear From the devil cause my girl She's she's on fire Yeah but everything so cool [Verse 1] Now gimme them back shots, I want them back shots I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox And she's on fire Shorty let a n***a rub this stick against the matchbox And she's on fire She's steamin', she's screamin', she's she's creamin' She's fiendin' I redeem it I get between it, like her, like her Now hit me Now shes on fire I let the steam blow, yeah But everything is cool [Verse 2] She hot as hell; let's call her Helen Fireman to her rescue like 9-11 f**in' right I make her hot She got the Devil in her I do whatever with her Hells angel, I pluck her feathers n***a I am the firespitter I start a fire with her Ok her flames high but I am higher n***a So high so I invite her up And then I light her up [Refrain] Now hit me, haha whoooaa She's on fire, yeah I let the steam blow Yeah, and now shes on fire [Refrain]