On Fire by Dar Lyrics
[Chorus: D.A.R.]
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
[Verse 1: D.A.R.]
A young nigga on fire
My whole team a cake up in the oven on 300 cause we all on the rise
D.A.R. known for having chicks on they knees and no they not praying to God
Cut her like some clippers then I throw her to my niggas so you knowing that's a lob
APEX niggas crazy with the rhymes
Back in affect I've been putting some plays in motion
Danny phantom to hoes how I'm going ghost and
This is not a love song like Drake said on trophies
Never met them still somehow they feel they know me
I been staying lowkey
Squad blazing when we on the scene
Fantastic 4 hmm which one could he be
Play with this fire burn to the 4th degree
Whole team going crazy with this rap shit
I don’t care what nobody sayin
Niggas tried to lock us out wouldn't open up the door so we knock the door right off the hinge
No one can see us like a car with dark tents
People boomerangs they come back in the end
Cheap talkin tell them niggas to save all they comments we good without all they two cents
Fuckem
Just me and niggas we mobbin round the city screaming no new friends
Never let a chick play me nah I ain't Jay Z but my whole squad got the blueprints
We keep it lit like lighter fluid
Flow so hot I'm leave every beat in ruins
I have come to this conclusion
You other niggas should stop trying
I’m Klay when he put up 37 in a quarter cause
[Chorus: D.A.R.]
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
[Verse 2: Erv Dowd]
A young nigga on fuego I be headed to them pesos
Little thot wanna fuck me I'm like bitch it's muy bueno
Erv Dowd smoking space ghost I don't bake but get the cake up
All black like I'm Vader slip on vans but I lace up
And this bitch wanna fuck D.A.R. I tell the bitch gone and fuck D.A.R
We went to Berkeley with them bitches same day the bitch fucked DAR
Same day I got sucked up same day her friend gave me puss
Same day I couldn't get it up same day I wish I never parked right there cause I got a ticket
Bitch I'm strictly doing digits I hook it up like fishes
I hope she always give me mouth but never use her mouth to talk about feelings
I won't eat her like chitlens I'm Ray Bans with the vision
I'll never rat on my nigga but he killed the pussy and I was a witness
Now we checking off the hit list smoking like I hate my kidney
Them bills stacked to the ceiling give her dick but never give her pity
Never hurt so I'm never healing only fuck feelings so fuck feelings
Me and DAR in it going silly a weak batter I'm out like her titties
All I see is green and all I hear is (chching)
But I always hit I never strike like I'm weak at bowling
Green Honda is the whip bitch I'm doing donuts
Had to box all my exes cause they wasn't loading
And now I'm getting all the plays at the fucking stations
We got bitches but my niggas ain't got patience
We on fire little nigga check what the temp is
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
[Verse 1: D.A.R.]
A young nigga on fire
My whole team a cake up in the oven on 300 cause we all on the rise
D.A.R. known for having chicks on they knees and no they not praying to God
Cut her like some clippers then I throw her to my niggas so you knowing that's a lob
APEX niggas crazy with the rhymes
Back in affect I've been putting some plays in motion
Danny phantom to hoes how I'm going ghost and
This is not a love song like Drake said on trophies
Never met them still somehow they feel they know me
I been staying lowkey
Squad blazing when we on the scene
Fantastic 4 hmm which one could he be
Play with this fire burn to the 4th degree
Whole team going crazy with this rap shit
I don’t care what nobody sayin
Niggas tried to lock us out wouldn't open up the door so we knock the door right off the hinge
No one can see us like a car with dark tents
People boomerangs they come back in the end
Cheap talkin tell them niggas to save all they comments we good without all they two cents
Fuckem
Just me and niggas we mobbin round the city screaming no new friends
Never let a chick play me nah I ain't Jay Z but my whole squad got the blueprints
We keep it lit like lighter fluid
Flow so hot I'm leave every beat in ruins
I have come to this conclusion
You other niggas should stop trying
I’m Klay when he put up 37 in a quarter cause
[Chorus: D.A.R.]
A young nigga on fire a young nigga on fire
A young nigga on fire somebody better put me out
I swear this fire gone spread I swear this fire gone spread
I swear this fire gone spread I’m bout to burn the whole field
[Verse 2: Erv Dowd]
A young nigga on fuego I be headed to them pesos
Little thot wanna fuck me I'm like bitch it's muy bueno
Erv Dowd smoking space ghost I don't bake but get the cake up
All black like I'm Vader slip on vans but I lace up
And this bitch wanna fuck D.A.R. I tell the bitch gone and fuck D.A.R
We went to Berkeley with them bitches same day the bitch fucked DAR
Same day I got sucked up same day her friend gave me puss
Same day I couldn't get it up same day I wish I never parked right there cause I got a ticket
Bitch I'm strictly doing digits I hook it up like fishes
I hope she always give me mouth but never use her mouth to talk about feelings
I won't eat her like chitlens I'm Ray Bans with the vision
I'll never rat on my nigga but he killed the pussy and I was a witness
Now we checking off the hit list smoking like I hate my kidney
Them bills stacked to the ceiling give her dick but never give her pity
Never hurt so I'm never healing only fuck feelings so fuck feelings
Me and DAR in it going silly a weak batter I'm out like her titties
All I see is green and all I hear is (chching)
But I always hit I never strike like I'm weak at bowling
Green Honda is the whip bitch I'm doing donuts
Had to box all my exes cause they wasn't loading
And now I'm getting all the plays at the fucking stations
We got bitches but my niggas ain't got patience
We on fire little nigga check what the temp is