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Fire & Desire Video (MV)




Performed By: K.BEEZII
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Christopher Gray




K.BEEZII - Fire & Desire Lyrics




Niggas lurking, might be best to keep your head on
Called my brother out for snake shit, they say I'm dead wrong
I'm still seeing through his lies with a blindfold
How could you stab me in my back to say I'm dead wrong

Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me
Catch a nigga looking iffy, we blitz in on em
Ain't choose this life mama, this street life chose me
It ain't much that I can tell you, but please pray for me

Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me
Ain't choose this lifestyle mama, this lifestyle chose me
Been tryna slide and risk take, but they been telling me to watch the way I dose my intake
I been through a lot, ohh love, a couple mistakes

Hike blew 42 and 45 to his face
I've been tryna roll and get a bag shit
You ain't doing shit, you just sitting on your ass
Make a call and bet I run it up in a flash

And bet I'll find a way to get it in without passing
Even on my worst day, Ima still look good like it's my birthday, yeah
And I know I'm a trophy, everybody want my spot cause I'm in first place, yeah
Might be best to keep your head on

Call my brother out for snake shit, they saying that I'm dead wrong
I'm still seeing through his lies even though I got a blindfold
How could you stab me in my back, they say I'm dead wrong
Say I'm dead wrong, say I'm dead wrong

Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah
And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah
Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah
And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah

Lately just been about my bread, been trynna get a bag
I'm trynna duck off to the islands on a hidden path
I got obsessive to the fashion all the foreign threads
I got addicted to the cars that don't take no gas

I see you got a bag and you ain't worried about no nigga
I see you got a bag, not about to argue with no nigga
I see you got your life together, baby, f*ck a nigga
I see that you can tell you're too good for a nigga

I see you gotta bust down to watch for all the fakes
You see I'm in the touchdown, I'm ready for the play
She said, boy, you're playing with some fire, this ain't safe
Girl, just add desire to it, call me Rick James
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Niggas lurking, might be best to keep your head on
Called my brother out for snake shit, they say I'm dead wrong
I'm still seeing through his lies with a blindfold
How could you stab me in my back to say I'm dead wrong

Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me
Catch a nigga looking iffy, we blitz in on em
Ain't choose this life mama, this street life chose me
It ain't much that I can tell you, but please pray for me

Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me
Ain't choose this lifestyle mama, this lifestyle chose me
Been tryna slide and risk take, but they been telling me to watch the way I dose my intake
I been through a lot, ohh love, a couple mistakes

Hike blew 42 and 45 to his face
I've been tryna roll and get a bag shit
You ain't doing shit, you just sitting on your ass
Make a call and bet I run it up in a flash

And bet I'll find a way to get it in without passing
Even on my worst day, Ima still look good like it's my birthday, yeah
And I know I'm a trophy, everybody want my spot cause I'm in first place, yeah
Might be best to keep your head on

Call my brother out for snake shit, they saying that I'm dead wrong
I'm still seeing through his lies even though I got a blindfold
How could you stab me in my back, they say I'm dead wrong
Say I'm dead wrong, say I'm dead wrong

Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah
And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah
Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah
And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah

Lately just been about my bread, been trynna get a bag
I'm trynna duck off to the islands on a hidden path
I got obsessive to the fashion all the foreign threads
I got addicted to the cars that don't take no gas

I see you got a bag and you ain't worried about no nigga
I see you got a bag, not about to argue with no nigga
I see you got your life together, baby, f*ck a nigga
I see that you can tell you're too good for a nigga

I see you gotta bust down to watch for all the fakes
You see I'm in the touchdown, I'm ready for the play
She said, boy, you're playing with some fire, this ain't safe
Girl, just add desire to it, call me Rick James
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Writer: Christopher Gray
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