Joey Galaxy - Up That Fyre lyrics correction

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No don't make me up that fire
No don't make me up that fire
No don't make me up that fire
No don't make me up that fire

She my main bitch I take her everywhere I go
And will gladly introduce you to the any hater I know
See I keep her tuck low in the Levi
And when I want quiet I use to silence for Disgusied
We ride solo ain't no singing in this here choir
Just a duet bitch just me and this here fire
And if we gun for you trust me we're going hard
Shoot you mama house up and the trees in your grandma yard

And leave your grandma scar I'm talking for life
Get up your fire and don't use it I'm taking your life
And when you're gone pussy ****a I'm taking your wife
You ain't gotta be dead I might just take your wife tonight
Yeah I'm a beast a motha ****ing animal
Yeah I ate your bitch Jeffrey Dahmer cannibal
Yeah I hate the snitch microphones camera
Hit with that stick bust his head like a cantaloupe
... Don't make me... No don't make me up that fire
No no don't make me up that fire, fire
No no don't make me up that fire
Better get your mind right, I get your mind right
And I get your mind right, better get your mind right
Can I get your mind right, can I get your mind right

Glock 40 that ak 47
Two to his dome I hope he go to heaven
Your people coming(it's a 187), now we gotta roll (like 7 eleven)
I gotta leave the scene, like a hit and run
Damn that's a big gun look like it weigh a ton
See I'm a gangsta you a pussy like two carpet muncher
That's why I totally need big gun like a rocket laucher
And I'll rocket laucher just like the navy bitch
Mashed potato ass ****as thinks it's gravy bitch
See I will smoke you ****as like a Newport
We don't let ****as ride like a cab in New York
****A life support that's what you looking at
Once I shoot there's no looking back
My wrist get a lot of action like I'm cooking crack
Close casket your mama don't want to look at that

Don't make me do, no don't make me up that fyre
No no don't make me up that fyre, fyre
No no don't make me up that fyre
Can I get your mind right, can I get your mind right
And I get your mind right, can I get your mind right
Can I get your mind right, can I get your mind right
And I get your mind right, can I get your mind right
Can I get your mind right, can I get your mind right

**** I love to shoot I'm just gonna be blunt
Even when a kid I was good at duck hunting
I'm a cool ****a but I love the drama
Like a little black boy loves grand mama
When I go to busting you can't stop me
And I stay strap like Hitachi ****as used to fight like karate
But og's bust mister Miyagi

Correct Up That Fyre Lyrics