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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Vocals
Stephanie Kese
Stephanie Kese
Vocals
Sweet Brown
Sweet Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Songwriter
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One resident describes her horrifying experience When she first realized the complex was on fire Well, I woke up to go get me a cold pop And then I thought somebody was barbecuin' I said, "Oh, Lord Jesus, it's a fire" Then I ran out, I didn't grab no shoes or nothin', Jesus I ran for my life Spirit half dead New look got the worms in my head Space whip finna turn to my bed Still ride with the chrome on the rims Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' I can't tell you how I'm feeling right now But the Chrome Hearts drip down from my neck to the ground, ho I'm outside with my city right now though I'm face down in the trenches right now I'm finna buy another 'round for what's bound come I been working too hard, I deserve fun Flexing with him, end of night, I deserve sun Give me that fire, give me that ooh, finna burn somethin' I won't show 'em that my Spirit half dead New look got the worms in my head Space whip finna turn to my bed Still ride with the chrome on the rims Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' (Ooh) give me that fire, give me that Give me that fire, give me that (Ooh) give me that fire, give me that (fire, fire, fire, fire) Give me that fire, give me that (Ooh) give me that fire, give me that Give me that fire, give me that (Ooh) give me that fire, give me that Give me that fire, give me that I'm contemplating the extent to which I'll play the game And figure how to give them keys when they don't know my name Could put down mask like Alicia, let this face serve the game It's formula to the blow-up, but I prefer the change See through perspective of the helpless wrapped 'round little fingers Then let this milli' belt like singers on my pinky ring See, here's the thing When you connected to a dream that you'd die for Start doing things to get to finish even in the shadow No thing as flawless seams Live in a dry state, so my pockets need a little cream I'm beating on the door with smile to show my golden teeth Ain't let me in, so I went 'round the back with mud all on my feet The door was locked, so I scaled up a tree with cans of gasoline Say, where the chimney? Found that bitch and started pouring kerosene Sparked the lighter I just got from down the street at that Supreme Burn,, baby, burn, tears in eyes, vision blurred Never thought that what they think of me ain't even my concern
Writer(s): Dernst "d'mile" Emile Ii, Samara Cyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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