You know the flaming heart can't get his fill But the flaming heart will try and try as he will Ooh, I got a flaming heart Ooh, I got a flaming heart
You know the flaming heart can't get his fill But the flaming heart will try and try as he will Oh, I got a flaming heart Oh, I got a flaming heart
Translation: M. Ward. Flaming Heart.
thrill You know the flaming heart can't get his fill But the flaming heart will try and try as he will Oh, I got a flaming heart Oh, I got a flaming heart
in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood i eat your heart
new 2Low tape Windows all smokey, blowin' coke-laced seed I'm throwin' up the deuce to the HPD Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart
comes, the 9th Ward shit starter I'm the definition, it don't gets no clearer Genuine, hundred percent, thug nigga Full of fire, try me feel my flames
niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,
me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire I-I-I'm on fire, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call
(ready) Are you ready (ready) First there was the weed sack, coppin' and chillin' Then came the cocaine, robbin' and stealin' (stealin') I said I dropped more pounds then maternity wards
who know me know how I do dames Still, fuckin' with James, we roll in this shit hard I locked up the south, he locked the fifth ward Loaded and cocked, I'm
with a pick, I stab myself instead I'm sitting in the house, no one else is home I'm hearing people laugh so I know I'm not alone Then they speak up,
Verse 2: Suffa] MC's think they're too deaf, to hear what I'm telling them But they can't see me like tattoos on melanin I'm large like Van Halen in the
that spook cats and rappers hung Now you might tube across from the diners where you find em lost Niggaz hearts so cold, they sport frost The M-the-Illi
Ayatollah, the high roller, title holder For my nigga J-Love, Brace yourself.. [Verse 1] 1, 2, yo, yo, I swing swords, one into four like Charlie Ward
[Verse 1:] We be back street dipping, stacking, flipping Money coming clean and these laws still tripping I'm a certified street cat cash flow holder
s caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah
2Low tape Windows all smokey, blowin coke-laced seed I'm throwin up the deuce to the HPD Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart
