Andrew Coleman - Light Your Ass on Fire lyrics

[Female Voice] Clones.. [Intro: Pharrell Williams] Whachu say your name was? Well um, lookin real s**y right now You and your girls, are lookin good Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know you starving for this sh** Baby I'm feeling your hunger I'm so clean call a n***a Felix Ungar So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya I hope your a** bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it's Busta Rhymes b**h I ain't never fail ya Your a** all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of a** that'll k** ya now Don't worry bout it I got money to bail ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of sh** that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya a** spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now whachu do to the dread? baby your a** really changed What he initially said because a n***a dead But f** em! cause now we vibing and talking and sh** I love to hear your a** go (ga ga goon) when you walking and sh** [Hook: Pharrell Williams] Move girl like your a** on fire - like your a** on fire Move girl like your a** on fire - like your a** on fire Move girl I'll light your a** on fire - I'll light your a** on fire Move girl I'll light your a** on fire - b**h I'll light that a** on fire Move girl I'll light your a** on fire [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Bust it, baby I know you probably really Need a table cloth to cover your a** Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo a** sh** so big just put the club in yo a** Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo a** I see your little gap between your c*nt and yo a** And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo a** I'm saying hmm, the sh**'ll spread like a rash The way they a** wiggles see I got the sh** on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the b**hes, now watch you see me zip in a flash I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast Just like a tint window when you put your sh** on the gla** Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash And have a n***a driving wreckless till you making him crash (Hah, c'mon) we making money and sh** Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your sh** [Hook] [Bridge] Welcome to Hot-and-Hazyville It make you wanna dance till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, sh** feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville) [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Baby, just shake ya a** till you spread on the floor I noticed that your a** too big for your draws You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo a** To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo a** Fo reala, you motherf**ers probably think that I'm playing All b**hes love to talk and all that other sh** I be saying And going hmm, see how you putting it down I love the way you shake it throw it around! [Hook] [Bridge]