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Akon - Yay Got That Fire Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, y'all niggas thought I was gon' let y'all niggas breathe, huh? (Yeah!, haha)
Nigga, I'm number 2 on the charts, (Number 2, nigga, number 2 in the country!) number 1 in the hood, fuck y'all niggas
Yo Joe, (Fluck y'all niggas!) you see my numbers Jada?
Hahaha (Yo Game, you a scared ass-nigga)
I'm sellin' in Germany, London (Joe you too, I see you doin' the Mookie Wilson at the VMAs!)
Y'all niggas can suck my dick, word to mother, man
I'm on some shit (Fuck y'all niggas) right now (Jada you know what time it is, I'm a gangsta, nigga)
I'm lookin' for some trouble

[Chorus]
Catch me in the back, mac on my lap, mad work, gettin' trap, got that dope and that crack, Yeaah
A known supplier
Yeaah
Yay got that fire (Here we go!)
Yeaah, I got that haze, got that dro, got that piff, got that shit, that you sniff, man, I hold the fo-fifth, yeaah
A known supplier
Yeaah
Yay got that fire (Break it down now!)

[Verse]
Yeaah, my top down in a black Lamb'
I chop down to my last gram, low for my task an'
Nigga check my raps, they incredible quotas
Got your bitch on a plane with some editable dope (Break it down now!)
Ayo, stick-up kids is, out to tax
But it don't worry me, 'cause I stay with a mac
And I ride in a 'Lac, with the shit on my lap, Blaaaaaaat
I have ya whole team laid down flat
The world's a big pussy, waitin' to get fuck
I been dyin' for this day, since I been locked up
Roll up in that Porsche truck, a red Turbo
We some blunt handlin' pros with big fofos
I was 0-3, 8-2, 3-3-9
Now the kid is home, it's my time to shine (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
Catch me in the back, mac on my lap, mad work, gettin' trap, got that dope and that crack, yeaah (Yeeeeaaahh!)
A known supplier
Yeaah! (Yeeeeaaahh!)
Yay got that fire (I got it all nigga!)
Yeaah, I got that haze, (12, 12s, 58 58s!) got that dro, got that piff, got that shit, that you sniff, man, I hold the fo-fifth, yeaah
A known supplier
Yeaah
Yay got that fire

[Outro]
Yeah, I told y'all man, Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon!
In stores now, number 2 in the motherfuckin' country!
Yo Em get better!
Yo 50, whassup?
I got that new CLS, money green, nigga!
'Bout to get the money green, rims on there nigga!
I look like a flyin' hunnid dollar bill comin' through Southside!
Yo Monster whassup?
24's on the 'Lac nigga!
We ridin' on fo-fo!
My nigga Buck!
Lloyd Banks!