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• Artiste: Ski Mask The Slump God
• Titre: Fire Hazard
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Yuh, yuh, huh, yuh Bitch, energy for days, you lil' bastards (Ayy) Like I popped the bean, but bitch, I'm not Mr. Bombastic (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) She got Fabuloso, making my wood smell fantastic On my Raven Simone, I see the future, you lil' nasties Huh, yuh, huh, huh, smell it through the plastic Fire hazard, diesel leak, I might need a napkin Problematic, we subtract 'em, turn 'em to a fraction (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) We love static (Yuh), we just like the TVs in the attic (Yuh, yuh, hm-hm) Truer story never told (Whoo), 'cause they want my gold (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Then they want my soul (Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah) Bitch, I'm always in the house (Yup, yup, in here, woo) And I call my wrist Klaus 'cause it's in a fish bowl (Hm-hm, hm-hm, American Dad) That's that H2O, but my green like pesto Or like Geico gecko (Hm-hm-hm-hm) Playin' with the kitty, PETCO Mayor of the city, Doug Dimmadome Bulldogs on me, bitch, I'm bad to the bone (Huh-huh-huh-huh) Hide my money with a mattress 'Cause my skin molasses, I can't trust none of these fascists (Huh-huh-huh) We gon' serve 'em with the taxes And, like Lava Girl, that firearm what gon' protect us (Huh-huh-huh-huh) Crack his egg, nigga, breakfast And I had a dream about it, Martin Luther lecture Possess all the strength for victory over oppression It could down in four ways, bitch, my name Intersection (Mm, mmm) Truer story never told (Whoo), 'cause they want my gold (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Then they want my soul (Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah) Bitch, I'm always in the house (Yup, yup, in here, woo) And I call my wrist Klaus 'cause it's in a fish bowl (Hm-hm, hm-hm, American Dad) That's that H2O, but my green like pesto Or like Geico gecko (Hm-hm-hm-hm) Playin' with the kitty, PETCO Mayor of the city, Doug Dimmadome Bulldogs on me, bitch, I'm bad to the bone (Huh-huh-huh-huh) Hide my money with a mattress 'Cause my skin molasses, I can't trust none of these fascists (Huh-huh)