Fire Lyrics - T Pain

bitch 

bitch 

bitch 

bitch 

bitch 

more fire, burn through your clothes 

i get more, higher, burn by the old 

hustler's get flyer, burst for the low 

hop up on top 

oh missy oh 

(oh oh missy oh) 

you never knew what taste good 

bread for the head, you know that face good 

i keep my face clean 

well it look like missy on the verse good 

on the hook right 

(right) 

what im doin now is so ridiculous 

(ridiculous) 

and what im giving you in the rendition is 

classy missy Elliot, missy misdemeanor 

damn 

how would you feel if i get deeper like 

damn 

wetter than aquafina believers like 

damn 

maybe foam when its on then its on like 

bam 

comparison is water to patron like 

damn 

understand 

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(t-pain) 

the feeling that im giving you is not a test 

everybody that say they doing it is not the best 

its simple and plain i can get to you man 

its not a game its just missy and pain 

motherfucker im ill 

for real 

ill 

for real 

ill 

for real 

now break it down 

bitch 

Photos 

motherfucker im ill 

matter of fact i need to take a pill 

all these hits paying hospital bills 

all these lips i know you wanna kiss for reals 

i should let you wear my ice so you can chill 

i would make a lil but i just made a mil 

only hold me to the mike and i wont let it spill 

yeah, see my grill? 

no, not my teeth, its the grill on the Cadillac i bought last week 

they say missy dont play missy missy dont play 

makin cheese all day like Frito lay 

hey 

i am hip hop sister mister 

he handed me the mike i wont let go till i got blisters 

misdemeanor but my flow have gotten meaner 

its a its a its a felony ch check out my melody 

missy got the recipe 

i can autotune like 

t-pain zoom i be in the latest 

(repeat t-pain)