Big Boi, Big K.R.I.T., UGK - GossipZilla lyrics

Godzilla!

We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
We on

No introductions needed
Boy just call me the undefeated
And underneath this Georgia dry I
Know I can’t be seen (winner)
Fire vocals because my voice was a classic
Like Coca Cola when they had
Cocaine in the package
I meant to say blowing the ingredients
But I went to the mall today and
All the niggas had those mediums
Little bitty ass clothes
Like dancing with the stars without the
Judges or the dance floor
Oh and niggas don’t dance no mo
All they do is this beef it up
Call me Venus fly chart waitin' on
Fly Mc's to eat em up i’m fly
Yes I can beat them weak as
Fuck and ain’t no keeping up
I’m balls deep and then we big in the
Fat sacks nigga, Cadillac killer
Cataract prescription filled up
I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles
The city of lost angels
A connoisseur of cannabis
I’m from Atlanta bitch
We never shop with strangers
No matter, we strain the slanging
Some of the game rules done changed
Niggas is outchea talking like a cockatoo
To a cop or two
Now they watchin' you and yo mama too
Bird’s eye view

With a purposeful grimace and
A terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Godzilla! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

I’m getting blowed on the regular
Riding and talking dirty on my cellular
Player I got some real good
That will save you some
Uh and if you my homeboy
She gon give you some
And it’s all for the paper
But she still gon come
You dippin' in the cookie jar, now you sprung
I have you trippin' like
It’s nothing thorough
Played on my hoes, don’t talk to nobody
Gon tell yo girl (Uh, now look)

Okay but niggas wanna tell it
Hoes wanna gossip
Cus they pussy wasn’t hittin and
They lip was super sloppy
Sucka duck a motherfucker
We done chop the brain about it
But my money corner pocket, plenty game ho
Slap it like a biscuit, king
Of diamond, king of trickin'
What’s the difference
Got it poppin' like a skillet with
Some chicken grease in it
Country born, country paid
From the village to the grave
Worth the payment
Body truckin' cus the money I already made
We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire
Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Man I hate that all the time
I got haters in my bizz
Talking bout the trill but don’t know
What the fuck it is
Mothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorry
Thinking that the key to life is
Putting yo business on Mari
They say you’re rockin Mari
But them mothafuckas Rockport
Always talking bout you bustin nigga
But your Glock short
I know the truth so ain’t no need in yo line
Bullshit ain’t workin
Ain’t no need to be tryin
I’m dyin to be that nigga
That’s spyin in the telescope
Prowlin with triller niggas but iron
To yo dearly folk
Telling them talk tales, vibs and hung angers
Save it for Jeremy, Kyle, Steven
Jerry Springer buzzin like a bee
Tryna sting me wit yo stinger
Bitch you could get the middle
(what middle?) , the finger
Stick it in yo ass and let it linger
No homo
We give the hynel like the RnB singer Obomo

With a purposeful grimace and
A terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Godzilla!