I'm On Fire Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Look, I make my own decisions, learn from my own mistakes 

My enemies they want beef but don't know what's at stake 

I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope 

I fiend for riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope 

I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags 

To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bags 

I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model 

Take 3 more seconds we gon' find out if she spits or swallows 

I heard it's a recession, while you hardly survive 

The hardest decision of my day is which car I'mma drive 

Rolls Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac' 

Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back 

This ain't no 760, bitch this a Alpina 

Custom kits, chrome lips as deep as vagina 

And women lost for words, guess they don't know English 

No matter what language they speak, they all know dinglish 

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Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand (I'm on fire) 

Smoke, smoke, smoke sum'n 

Don't you understand with the world in my hand if I hate the shit 

(How am I to know) 

Now as the world turns, spinning on its axis 

My dick be brushing women's lips like chapstick 

They say it's cold outside 

So like a dentist, I'm just trying to keep they mouth wide 

Reminiscing on my days on the south side 

I made Nene leak and I ain't talking 'bout no housewives 

From eating canned tuna to shoe deals with Puma 

From women saying "Hey Chris" to "Goddamn Luda!" 

From playing slap box to making the 'Lac drop 

To white neighbors all swear I'm slanging crack rock 

Eyes so low, they think I'm Asian when I'm blazing 

Cuz that purple's on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens 

Cadillac Deville still rolling 'til the tires flat 

Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back 

Sunroof top, wood grain wheel 

I signed for millions, y'all will never get the same deal 

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I got a candy coated fetish, ho don't you forget 

Well bi-bi-bi-bi let me wet it 

It's that K-R-I-T stay beside me, we can go get this dough 

That mean you mine if you show me you down, I promise I won't let you go 

I got a old school and that bass beat, if it ain't on chrome then it ain't me 

Have my mouth piece colder than the A/C 

So call me father winter in the peak of summer, I spit December 

Breaking backs til they crack and limber, If that's yo bitch she can't remember 

I give her wood, she holler timber 

In the paint, I play the center - of attention 

Take the vision of a player with (?) intentions to be richer, well I hate you missed it 

Back again, one more time for them fuck niggas and them thoroughbred that won't fuck with him 

And hang on cuz I stuck with them 

I ain't got time to waste ho, didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely count 

Keep a thoroughbred shaking what the good Lord gave her, yo chick ass barely bouncing 

We still live from the underground, ain't nothing change to me 

I put it down for the south and embody everything that these lame niggas claim to be 

Young Krizzle!