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Mo Fire

Tha Carter II专辑

  • 作曲 : D.P. "Dad" Carter
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 1)
    Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop
    I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these b*****s is really rats
    I **** em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
    I hustle and bend my back
    My muscle is in tact
    My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 2)
    I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you
    i get it like it is on the commercial
    Verse 2,
    this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you
    you ****** small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
    my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i'm like whateva my s*it mean and obscene
    now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 3)
    I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that im 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 to see her s*inin (yeah), now you are
    lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all f****d up, now you
    can't even find me, and i ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
    rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
    i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
  • 作曲 : D.P. "Dad" Carter
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 1)
    Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop
    I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these b*****s is really rats
    I **** em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
    I hustle and bend my back
    My muscle is in tact
    My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 2)
    I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you
    i get it like it is on the commercial
    Verse 2,
    this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you
    you ****** small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
    my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i'm like whateva my s*it mean and obscene
    now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    (Verse 3)
    I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that im 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 to see her s*inin (yeah), now you are
    lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all f****d up, now you
    can't even find me, and i ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
    rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
    i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
    (Chorus)
    Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
    Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....