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KID CUDI – Baptized In Fire lyrics

Easy, turn your radio
Turn your radio… off
Watch me, now, baby
Uh uh
Hmm, easy…

You bitches in my ear, they sayin’ they love me
Uh, you don’t love Scott you love the Kid Cudi
Uh, ain’t no fuckin’ slouch, show you what I’m bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
Transitioning to my inner I’m hearing their voice
Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy
Feelin’ like a Chilly Billy
The man everywhere I go, in any city
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls galore
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls adore
Mixing florescent to the core of the accoutrement
Off the tippy titty, setting off groupie radar
Sippin’ Hen, dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche
A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard
All my youngins say keep it goin’
All my youngins they dumb and reppin’, they always knowin’

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

Nightmares kept a nigga from closin’ his lids
Since a kid, I’ve been haunted by visions of death
Such a trip, not normal, I customed the grip
Think they gon’ know, think the door the haunters ain’t left
Now tell me what’s a young nigga to do? When the zombies are comin’ for you
Load up, then deal dixens
Supply the race, turn the pave, relaxin’ I’m rippin’
Last week I almost weaved right off of Mulholland
Keepin’ good like I should, alone in my thoughts
Although there are some places I’ve gone to and witnessed
Is it worth the paranoia portraying the lose?
Nah nah heroes can’t simply have it all
Sacrifice, but see heroes don’t sleep, we hear the call
My nieces know Uncle Scottie so rock ‘n’ roll
My princes, they don’t know rock ‘n’ roll daddy got the glow

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

(Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire)

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K Camp – Free Money (feat. Slim Jxmmi) (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Hey Jxmmi
Pass me that money counter nigga
You know we know that these strip clubs nation wide, huh
Ahhh

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Girl tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Hanh?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
I got big guap like I scam
I don’t know who you think I am
I’m tryna fuck all the strippers in Sam’s
I’m tryna fuck all the strippers in Sam’s
Then I’m fucked up, let me twist these bands
Ask these hoes who the real rain man
I ain’t got time for a conversation
Bitch what you gon’ do for the cash, huh?
Can a nigga get it on camera, let me know what’s up
If you some friends down to fuck, then you clutch
I’ma keep tossin’ money up till these hoes bust a nut
Ugh, ugh
Bitch bounce that ass for a band, don’t bounce that ass for a buck

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Hanh?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Verse 2: K Camp]
I make it thunder on shawty
I threw a bundle on shawty
What you gon’ do for the cash?
Sippin’ Hen while I grip on that ass
Bank roll let me dig in the stacks
Slim Jxmmi tryna flex on they ass
Let me reach inside the duffle
Blowin’ bubbles
OG Kush, smokin’ nothin’ but gas
Wait, said her Trina yeah
What’s up with your friends
Take her back to the crib, what I gotta spend
Pourin’ liquor on a model, this is how ya win
LD on a Monday, here we go again

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Post Hook-Slim Jxmmi]
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, we got cash to blow
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow