hot hot hot hot hot hot im burnin up ~chorus)~ oh! im on fire hit me i gotta stop hay! i gotta drop (whoah) and roll! cause im burnin up! ~lil mama)~
Traducere: Lil Mama. On Fire.
Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot I'm Burnin Up [Chorus:] Oh! I'm On Fire Hit Me I Gotta Stop Hay! I Gotta Drop (Whoah) And Roll! Cause I'm Burnin Up! [Lil Mama
got me policein, wishin dat a nigga would This lil mama got her back right She be skatin on it, got a nigga singin flashlight He trying to get her but she be holdin on
the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple sprite Someone tell Malaya I'm on fire, she should
be the same when it all goes down Not the first one open it up, I'll be the last one closing it out Don't know if I'll give you a shot yet, Lil Mama,
remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on
get me 'cause we trippin' up no, nigga, ain't we sleepin' up one false move that will get you crushed bang bang,cars gone gettin' up, 'cause lil' mama
n move to georgia, now ya in florida, you live on da beach, Dat lil mama bring dat heat. [Chorus:] This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire
Get up out da way Let lil' mami get low Give her space, let her sweat The club turnin' to Hooters 'Cause they shirts is so wet From da window to da wall Lil' mama
And get ready cause im comin' for ya, better get your whole team to start running for ya. Holdin' campaignins. I dont care if your famous. Im on fire
Go ahead lil' mama, I can transform ya No, I can't dance but I can dance on ya Swizz on the beat, Chris move your feet And baby, I can transform your
of sand She's amazin', the fire blazin' Hotter than Girl won't you move a lil' closer? Time to get paid, it's maximum wage That body belong on a poster
it hit it like an mpc based on that plot she give me two thumbs down before she test it but the climax is that... i felt that 100 lil mama like to get
hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like Pink Lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama
[Intro] Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup) It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it) Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam On the motherfuckin track
liners, lil' rhymers watch what you say You just a potty mouth like Andrew Dice Clay I pop collars on ***, I drop dollars on *** I Jell-O's together
