[Sample: The Dixie Cups]
My grandma and your grandma
Sitting by the fire
My grandma tell your grandma
“I'm gonna set your flag on fire”
Talking ‘bout
Hey, now
Hey, now
Iko iko an nay
Jockomo feena ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay
[Spoken: Khary]
Uh, this is weird
This is weird
This is
This is weird
[Verse 1: Khary]
Why you punch me in the eye?
I was fighting for your honor
I would rather have you gripping on my gun like Sarah Connor
Matter fact, girl, when we gonna bang, bang, bang?
Or do you like them corny n***as with the same damn slang?
In the same damn gangs
With the same damn brains
And they all ga**ed up
In the same damn lanes
All the stars in the sky
I'm the one you get to keep
I don't even know what that means
I was just tryna sound deep
‘Cause
[Chorus: Khary (Sample: Lil Wayne)]
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
And you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire come and try)
And you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
Ooh, you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire come and try me)
Hot
[Verse 2: Khary]
Let me burn
Don't put me out
Raise the roof when you're in a drought
Don't f** around with these fake n***as
They plastic like my grandma couch
I know she loves me for me
She can't be in love with my bank account
‘Cause I ain't got no money
Couldn't afford that punch line
Still eating good, n***a, f** yo lunch line
Call me Captain, n***a, f** yo Crunch time
Pure fire flame emojis
Girl, make it twerk for your Master Roshi
I'm still tryna find myself
So I'm nervous of anybody who say they know me
The odds are more likely they prolly owe me
If your girl text me, you are not the homie
I see you tryna work out now
A little Shaun T on the weekends
I'll get your body right for the summer
A lotta Khary in your evenings
I k** sh** all year around so many salty n***as I don't even need season
It's 2016, b**hes gone hate they don't even need reasons
I just wanna take a year off and travel foreign lands
I just wanna get a Caddy and call it Bagger Vance
Have you in the pa**enger side with no panties on
So you can your tell your friends “The Boy is Mine”
Like that Brandy song
[Pre-Chorus (Spoken): Khary]
This is weird
It's not awkward, it's just weird
‘Cause I kinda like you
It's weird
I don't like anyone
[Chorus: Khary (Sample: Lil Wayne)]
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
And you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire come and try)
And you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
Ooh, you like that
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire come and try me)
Hot
[Verse 3]
I got that fire
The sh** to have you singing out like a choir
Cuba Gooding, Jerry Maguire
That show me the money, your a** like a tire
The way that you bounce it so slow
But I'll take economy size when economy's low
If you wondered what the camera was for
Had to send a couple pics to my bros
Not the type to bring a chick to my shows
But luckily I think I like you the most
No “Where you beens?”
Or “Why do you be ghost?”
You give me space like you fly UFOs
I turn you on and let you find the remote
Said you want it in my yellow raincoat
f**ing you, I treat it like it's a toast
After we just won a championship game, ha
Say my name, say my name
You be rollin' like you Kelly
With no shame, with no shame
I don't judge you for your habits
Your c**aine, your c**aine
Yeah, just take that to the head
Give me brain, give me brain
You know I'm joking
I don't even like you smoking
Rum in my Coke is the potion
Just want to swim in your ocean
Let me rub you down with lotion
Johnson & Johnson devotion
Anything all for my baby
Only one I f** with emotion
Deserve a promotion
Girl, let's roam like Ronin
I got that fire, that Conan
[Chorus: (Sample: Lil Wayne)]
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire)
(I got that fire I'm hollering)
(I got that fire come and try me)