Andrews Correa - Mo' Fire lyrics

[Hook] Mo' fi-ya, Weezy Mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, give 'em Mo' fi-ya [Verse 1] I diddy bop My fitty co*ked My city hot I'm dodgin' the city cop I play 'em like Pitty Pat Chyea, I'm kickin' back Yeah, I'm gettin' stacks These b**hes is really rats I f** '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 aye, yes [Hook] Mo' fi-ya, Weezy Mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, I give 'em Mo' fi-ya [Verse 2] I'm comin through It's somethin new The color is smurf-blue I'm puffin that purple Believe it, if I talk it I walk it Like Hershel I get it like it is on a commercial Verse 2: This is Verse 2 It is worse, too I'll murk you Like I birthed you You n***as' small bubbles, I'll burp you And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you My j**elry earth blue Some say it's earth green I'm like; whatever, my sh** mean And obscene Now I've been seen On a lot of different scenes That mean I got a lotta different cream [Hook] Mo' fi-ya, Weezy Mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, I give 'em Mo' fi-ya [Verse 3] Yeah, I raise mo' 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 tryin I represent my Mother like "Baby, stop cryin" I know my Papa gone, but guarantee he see I shinin Yeah, now you are looking at New Orleans' finest Now you are being blinded By European diamond And you are seein 2-or-3 times, and Got your vision all f**ed up Now you can't even find me And I ain't even hidin Naw, I'm right here, baby She wanna worship me, I'm like "Yeah, baby" Battyman Get the shotty To his head Rock-a-bye his a** 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 [Hook] Mo' fi-ya, Weezy Mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, I give 'em Mo' fi-ya [Outro] Yeah, mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, Weezy Mo' fi-ya Mo' fi-ya, give 'em Mo' fi-ya