J. Matz - Mo Fire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Fleck Wallace]
On top, of you, peasants hating
My team, we showtime
Cups full plus blazing
Mo Fire, Mo Fire
You want tracks we got Mo Fire
Fuck you and you your team
My boys spit Mo Fire
Mo Fire (x15)

[Verse 1: Fleck Wallace]
Still here same booth
Ride around with my same crew
Every time we done hit the club
They had a bad roof they let the rain through
We ride around like gangs do
This the mafia you better pay dues (Oh Lord!)
My niggas trapping I pray to god they pray to you (Amen.)
My revenue I exercise I'm on point im energized
That bitch never gave me play but she said my stack and I saw her thighs
I don't know u guys run up on me and I show u guys
Heavy metal, rock star, your demise through open eyes
Tattoos, music, drugs, that's my life
Night light, club light, cop light, I seen all the lights (AHH!)
Tequila shot to the niggas out there with the biggest block and biggest Glocks big pimping outta that parking lot
Shot to kink shot to pj no license on me but I race the freeway
We don't give a fuck what he she say
Running to the money like a fucking relay
You talk a lot but you need not say
Not one, not two, I'm three payed
Got Mo Fire, Mo heat, all ya'll gone need mo shade

[Hook: Fleck Wallace]

[Intro: J. Matz]
Uh, Yo, Yo! And it goes..

[Verse 2: J. Matz]
I'm not to new but it seems familiar
Trynna find my ground like the indians
Be the greatest Reggie Miller (Indiana)
Punch him in the face, bow down
Cause I'm a Cavalier, why you shed a tear?
How many fucks does it take to get a fuck
To those who don't give a fuck, I'm the shit
You just the bugs, surrounding the hype?
I'll strip you of your stripes
To reach that new height, bet
I'mma wipe you out, just show me a good
Mother fuckin' fight, let's do it
One hook to the chin, take flight, sike
I probably said it outta spite, drunk writing
With my henney and my sprite, lesbihonest
I ain't fucking with a dike, yikes!
Trynna spit game but I'm hoping the club turn on the lights
What you think I got time For you?
Shit..I got shit to do, time's overdue
Man, fuck your crew! They call me Joey cause
I hop from tail to tail like a Baby Kangaroo
And I fucked enough bitches to make a choir
Trynna give you that, Mo Fire, I'm the supplier
Finna make you higher, your songs fresh?
But my shit's flyer, Uh, If I tell you I'm the best?
I'm a liar liar, fuck around catch my pants on fire
Killin' these beats, hit man for hire
Burning these rappers all together, hahaha..
Looking like a bond fire, Put this dick..

[Hook: Fleck Wallace]