Lil Wayne – Mo Fire

Multi-Talented and renowned American rapper and songwriter, Lil Wayne comes out with another wonderful song titled “Mo Fire”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

More fire, Weezy

More fire (Put your light inna the air)

More fire, give ’em

More fire

I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked

My city hot, I’m dodging the city cop

I play ’em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I’m kicking back, yeah

I’m getting stacks, these bitches is really rats

I fuck ’em and give ’em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah

How real is that? You love ’em, you really wack

I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact

My biceps and triceps is ah, yes

More fire, Weezy

More fire (Put your light inna the air)

More fire, I give ’em

More fire

I’m coming through in something new

The color is Smurf-blue, I’m puffing that purple

Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel

I get it like it is on a commercial, first too

This is verse two, it is worse too

I’ll murk you like I birthed you

You niggas small bubbles (Baby), I’ll burp you (Hey, hey)

And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you

My jewelry earth-blue, some say it’s earth-green

I’m like whatever, my shit mean and obscene

Now, I’ve been seen on a lot of different scenes

That mean I got a lot of different cream

More fire, Weezy

More fire (Put your light inna the air)

More fire, I give ’em

More fire

I raise more fire to the man up higher

I lick a shot to let him know that I’m a rider

My dreads hang to let him know that I’m a lion

Represent the jungle when the others just trying

I represent my mother like, “Baby, stop crying.”

I know my papa gone, but guarantee he see us shining, yeah

Now you are looking at New Orleans’ finest

Now you are being blinded by European diamond

And you are seeing two or three times and

Got your vision all fucked-up, now you can’t even find me

And I ain’t even hiding, naw, I’m right here, baby (Right here, baby)

She wanna walk and shit, I’m like, “Yeah, baby” (Yeah, baby)

Battyman get the shotty to his head

Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed

I’ll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie

You ain’t nothing but a profit

More fire, Weezy

More fire (Put your light inna the air)

More fire, I give ’em

More fire, yeah

More fire

More fire, Weezy

More fire

More fire, give ’em

More fire