Them people got the hood on fuego, fuego
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Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego
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All my real niggas, lay low, lay low
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Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low
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My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so
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Say so, say so, say so, say so
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Hit 'em up and then get their guap, their guap
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They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap
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The hood's on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit
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Still, I remain unidentified, something like flying saucers
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The hood's on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit
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The hood's on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit
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The hood's on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit
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Still, I remain unidentified, something like flying saucers
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Steady pouring that sosa, drink till I feel nauseous
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To the fact that I got locked up 'cause one of these niggas talking
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Get focused, how many days been chosen to be delayed
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Holding up a whole empire, street sells the entire
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Dry county, South Florida, 2012 hot boys, lil' Tuchi, heard of mafia
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Might fuck around and call block boys
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Done swished up, it's clockwork, we don't lighten up, we done got worse
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On painkillers, nigga back hurt 'cause the hood on it like buy shirts
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Got close friends in high places, cut you open in odd places
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Pull strings, call favors, dead end, no saviors
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The hood on fuego, fuego
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Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego
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All my real niggas, lay low, lay low
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Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low
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My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so
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Say so, say so, say so, say so
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Hit 'em up and then get their guap, their guap
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They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap
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Euro trash boy, I got them euros stashed
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Like we won the World Cup, my jeans covered in grass
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I'm in the field, nigga, you a field nigga
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Heard you eating with them boys and getting no bigger
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Got them puzzled 'cause a piece missing
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Tell your daughter where her mother get her teeth missing
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Hard head make a soft face
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Take heat, don't take a plea, take a look back
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The streets is giving blood baths'like they dear friends
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Ain't no motherfucking witchcraft
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Give me 50 feet, all police getting dish ragged
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Fuego, fuego
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Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego
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All my real niggas, lay low, lay low
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Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low
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My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so
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Say so, say so, say so, say so
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Hit 'em up and then get their guap, their guap
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They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap
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Fuego
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| DJ Pain 1 |
