I'm On Fire Lyrics - Ludacris

[Ludacris] 

Look, I make my own decisions 

Learn from my own mistakes 

My enemies they want beef but dont know whats at stake 

I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope 

I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope 

I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags 

To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag 

I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model 

To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows 

I heard its a recession, while you hardly survive 

The hardest decision of my day is which car Ima drive 

Rolls Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac 

Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back 

This aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner 

Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina 

And women lost for words, guess they dont know English 

No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish 

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[Hook] 

Dont you understand with this blunt in my hand 

(Im fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin; 

And dont you understand with the World in my hand 

If I aint the shit 

Dont you understand with this blunt in my hand 

(Im fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin; 

And dont you understand with the World in my hand 

If I aint the shit 

[Ludacris - Verse 2] 

Now as the World turns spinning on its axis 

My dick be brushing womens lips like chapstick 

They say its cold on the outside 

So like a dentist Im tryna keep the mouth wide 

Reminiscing on my days on the southside 

I made many leak and I aint talkin bout no housewives 

From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma 

From women saying hey chris to GODDAMN LUDA! 

From playing slap box to making the Lac drop 

To white neighbours swear Im selling crack rock 

Eyes so low they think Im Asian when Im blazing 

Cause that purples on my chest like Im playing for the Ravens 

Cadillac Devilles still rolling til the tires flat 

Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back 

Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel 

I sign for millions, yall would never get the same deal 

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[Hook] 

[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 3] 

I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you forget it 

But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay besides me 

We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime 

I promise you wont let go 

I got an old school and that bass big 

If it aint on chrome than it aint me 

And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season 

Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December 

Breaking backs as they cracking limber 

If thats your bitch than she cant remember 

I give her wood, she holla timber 

And the paint I play the sum or attention 

Television of a player with an intention to be rich? 

Well I hate to mention? 

Back again, one more time for the buck niggas 

And the thoroughbread that wont f-ck with em 

And hanged on cause I stuck with em 

I aint got time to waste hoe 

Didnt have shit now I make more than I can barely count 

Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the Good Lord gave em 

Yo chick ass been a bounce 

We still live from the underground 

Aint nothing changed to me 

I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be 

Young Chris 

[Hook]