TGOD808, Roc Marciano - Wildfire lyrics
[TGOD808, Roc Marciano - Wildfire lyrics]
Ah, why i sell tags, nail bags
Leather in the jag, it's
She like bad boy, jail
My bed was looking like
Matter of fact, you burning gas
You wanna ride in the fast track
Told her don't hit the glass, be a class act
Now your womb so polluted
Couldn't bear children smoked out
You might need to get the air filtered
The death angel was near, niggas felt it
I sell fish, but i can't help I'm unselfish
Just copped the white Bentley
But it's blue inside
Lifes good, but the doors suicide marc nigga
Leather in the jag, it's
She like bad boy, jail
My bed was looking like
Matter of fact, you burning gas
You wanna ride in the fast track
Told her don't hit the glass, be a class act
Now your womb so polluted
Couldn't bear children smoked out
You might need to get the air filtered
The death angel was near, niggas felt it
I sell fish, but i can't help I'm unselfish
Just copped the white Bentley
But it's blue inside
Lifes good, but the doors suicide marc nigga
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