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[Intro:] Godzilla! [Hook] We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Niggas wanna tell it, hoes hoes wanna gossip Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip We on [Verse 1: Big Boi] No introductions needed, boy just call me the undefeated And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can’t be seen (winner) Fire vocals because my voice was a classic Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package I meant to say blowing the ingredients But I went to the mall today and all the niggas had those mediums Little bitty ass clothes Like dancing with the stars without the judges or the dance floor Oh and niggas don’t dance no mo All they do is this Beef it up, call me Venus fly chart waitin' on fly Mc' to eat em up I’m fly, yes I can beat them weak as fuck and ain’t no keeping up I’m balls deep and then we big in the Fat sacks nigga, Cadillac killer Cataract prescription filled up I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels A connoisseur of cannabis I’m from Atlanta bitch, we never shop with strangers No matter, we strain the slanging, some of the game rules done changed Niggas is outchea talking like a cockatoo to a cop or two Now they watchin' you and yo mama too, bird’s eye view [Bridge: Blue Oyster Cult] With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound He pulls the spitting high tension wires down Godzilla! [Hook:] [Verse 2: Pimp C] I’m getting blowed on the regular Riding and talking dirty on my cellular Player I got some real good that will save you some Uh and if you my homeboy she gon give you some And it’s all for the paper but she still gon come You dippin' in the cookie jar, now you sprung I have you trippin' like it’s nothing thorough Played on my hoes, don’t talk to nobody, gon tell yo girl (Uh, now look) [Verse 3: Big Krit] Okay but niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Cus they pussy wasn’t hittin and they lip was super sloppy Sucka duck a motherfucker, we done chop the brain about it But my money corner pocket, plenty game ho Slap it like a biscuit, king of diamond, king of trickin', what’s the difference Got it poppin' like a skillet with some chicken grease in it Country born, country paid, from the village to the grave Worth the payment, body truckin' cus the money I already made [Hook:] [Verse 4: Bun B] Man I hate that all the time I got haters in my bizz Talking bout the trill but don’t know what the fuck it is Mothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorry Thinking that the key to life is putting yo business on Mari They say you’re rockin Mari but them mothafuckas Rockport Always talking bout you bustin nigga but your Glock short I know the truth so ain’t no need in yo line Bullshit ain’t workin, ain’t no need to be tryin I’m dyin to be that nigga that’s spyin in the telescope Prowlin with triller niggas but iron to yo dearly folk Telling them talk tales, vibs and hung angers Save it for Jeremy, Kyle, Steven, Jerry Springer Buzzin like a bee, tryna sting me wit yo stinger Bitch you could get the middle, (what middle?), the finger Stick it in yo ass and let it linger No homo, we give the hynel like the RnB singer Obomo [Bridge: Blue Oyster Cult]