Tekst piosenki 'Got That Fire (Oh La Ha) (feat. Pugs Atomz & Ill Legit)' wykonawcy Featurecast

(Hah, yes!)
Ooh la ha, oui oui
Who got that fire
How I like it more heat
We P-you-Gs and Illy
Going to need a little dough
Can't get it for free

Come on, come on (hah!)
Come on, come on (hah, yes!)
Come on, come on
Come on, come on

Entering the dojo, next with the flow Joe
She looks tempting, adjust my mojo
Flashing, flashing, pose for the photo
My flavors fun, yours so Frodo
My bad, my bad, I meant Quasimodo
At 2 AM, the bell tolls for the mo-mo
Had a few drinks, little green in the rolo
Pugs after party, yeah, you should go so
Headed to the clock room, gathering up my crew
My God, what's that? They threw up
Illy got keys, brand new V
She grabbed my hand, ready to blow with the breeze
Cool summer night, right through the trees
Parking lot pimp wanna sell us green
We good, we good, loud with the cheese
Lil' fight broke out, ha, ha, hee, hee!
Snatched him out his shirt, Fred Perry
Aw man, here comes security
Riding out back seat, with my chickadee
I'm clean, man and rolling

(Hah, yes!)
Ooh, la, ha, oui, oui
Who got that fire
How I like it more heat
We P-you-Gs and Illy
Going to need a little dough
Can't get it for free

Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui
Gonna need a little doe
Can't get it for free

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on

Now I got the keys, who's riding with me?
We can squeeze like five honeys up inside of the V
I ain't trying to tease, so please don't try and tease me
Cause later on I'm trying to squeeze, up inside of the V
Nah 'mean I got trees for the comic relief
And girl, you a hot beach!
Pardon my speech
My nature's kind of naughty like '93
So blaze up the Bob Marley and get irie, see
Like your style you rocking, model for me
Be my private dancer, take it off like a freak
She got a Godly physique, and quality cheeks
I wonder how it taste, probably sweet, yeah
I'm dreaming about that, or being a nominee
For a Grammy, or straight hitting the lottery, see
I ain't trying to go shopping, I'm trying to spree
Popping T-A-Gs, copping more than I need
Out in Florida, too cool, ignoring the heat
Drinking Piña's, hot mamacitas be pouring for me
I never went corporate, I'm more for the streets
But now I'm world-tour, soaring in the Euro-P!

(Hah, yes!)
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui
Who got that fire
How I like it more heat
We P-you-Gs and Illy
Going to need a little dough
Can't get it for free

Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui
Gonna need a little doe
Can't get it for free

(Hah, yes!)
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui
Who got that fire
How I like it more heat
We P-you-Gs and Illy
Going to need a little dough
Can't get it for free

Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui, come on
Oh, la, ha, oui, oui
Gonna need a little doe
Can't get it for free

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on