C-Lance, Justin Cohen, Sick Jacken, Madchild - Wildfire lyrics
[C-Lance, Justin Cohen, Sick Jacken, Madchild - Wildfire lyrics]
(Oh woah oh, Oh woah oh)
(Oh woah oh, Woah)
I don't care, you got money
Who cares? You got that fine-ass
Ratchet bitch next to you
That's fuckin' everybody, got a pit
Got a rottie dip a Lambo or a 'Rari
I'm alone, I'm me, myself
And there's too many at the party
I don't care you saw a
Movie with Escobar or Gotti
How you call yourself a killer but
You never caught a body?
I don't want that from nobody
That fake shit, the snake shit
The rat you out, the five-o
Disloyal from the gay shit that
I don't fit around you
So I makeshift 'cause somebody
Got somethin' you like
And you're right to try to take it
You floor us when you kick it
I toss all my blessings in
The ceilings and the floors
And they guns still have safeties and I
Don't base this off of rap
All we makes is watch me live in real-time
While you're in a matrix loop
I'm sure I've fucked up and
I've been there too
But, I ain't tune into the things I do
And go through and stay true, we stay true
Hey, I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
There ain't no one in front of me now
And if you are you better get out the way
I'm like a wildfire (yeah)
There ain't no puttin' me out
I'm the gold but I'm not supposed to glow
People joke 'cause I walk with
A Rollie and Gucci coat
If the mafia's a wheel I'm a spoke
Great white hope get poked
Put a knife to your throat
A lot of rappers my age now a joke
Old folk homes
Keepin' up with child slowpokes so broke
Nice guys finish last and the happy ones suck
I kick a bitch out of the
Hotel right after I fuck (Beat it)
Beat slap, Mad sipping tea, no eavesdroppin'
Bang a shorty from behind 'til
She don't see proper
I turn around and she like Si Papa
You the truth Daddy
I'm already thinkin' 'bout a new baddy
Got two hands and five backs
Sittin' on a five pack
Guarantee my fam fire back
You still wiretapped
Last girl half Native half-Black
Shouldn't cross a black cat
Mad slap scratch mad
Black young boy sittin' in a trap leashed up
Just in case I have to
Be stopped then beast up
Hey I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
There ain't no one in front of me now
And if you are you better get out the way
I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)
Hey I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)
(Oh woah oh, Woah)
I don't care, you got money
Who cares? You got that fine-ass
Ratchet bitch next to you
That's fuckin' everybody, got a pit
Got a rottie dip a Lambo or a 'Rari
I'm alone, I'm me, myself
And there's too many at the party
I don't care you saw a
Movie with Escobar or Gotti
How you call yourself a killer but
You never caught a body?
I don't want that from nobody
That fake shit, the snake shit
The rat you out, the five-o
Disloyal from the gay shit that
I don't fit around you
So I makeshift 'cause somebody
Got somethin' you like
And you're right to try to take it
You floor us when you kick it
I toss all my blessings in
The ceilings and the floors
And they guns still have safeties and I
Don't base this off of rap
All we makes is watch me live in real-time
While you're in a matrix loop
I'm sure I've fucked up and
I've been there too
But, I ain't tune into the things I do
And go through and stay true, we stay true
Hey, I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
There ain't no one in front of me now
And if you are you better get out the way
I'm like a wildfire (yeah)
There ain't no puttin' me out
I'm the gold but I'm not supposed to glow
People joke 'cause I walk with
A Rollie and Gucci coat
If the mafia's a wheel I'm a spoke
Great white hope get poked
Put a knife to your throat
A lot of rappers my age now a joke
Old folk homes
Keepin' up with child slowpokes so broke
Nice guys finish last and the happy ones suck
I kick a bitch out of the
Hotel right after I fuck (Beat it)
Beat slap, Mad sipping tea, no eavesdroppin'
Bang a shorty from behind 'til
She don't see proper
I turn around and she like Si Papa
You the truth Daddy
I'm already thinkin' 'bout a new baddy
Got two hands and five backs
Sittin' on a five pack
Guarantee my fam fire back
You still wiretapped
Last girl half Native half-Black
Shouldn't cross a black cat
Mad slap scratch mad
Black young boy sittin' in a trap leashed up
Just in case I have to
Be stopped then beast up
Hey I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
There ain't no one in front of me now
And if you are you better get out the way
I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)
Hey I'm like a wildfire
There ain't no puttin' me out
(There ain't no puttin' me out)