Caskey – Firestarter Lyrics

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Momma always said I was a fire starter
Guess I’m just a rolling stone like my father
Getting richer than I ever been ain’t tired of balling
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling
In the south cause out in Hollywood it’s plastic
And we know who you are
Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car
Momma said I was a fire starter
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling

This shit going up so fast pray all the homies finna stay down
Never did somebody dirty even in the sandbox on the playground
My bitch got a Georgia peach like she done made her way up out the A town
Plane Jane watch had to buss it down like I put it on the greyhound
Addicted to balling and scoring I did it off mics and recordings
And I came out of a city where people was rapping but they wasn’t actually touring
I coulda put on some wings and they would still look at me and say that I don’t be soaring
Ya’ll couldn’t box me in if this shit was Creed and you turned to Michael B Jordan
I made it
When making it looked like Goliath I came out the car and I turned into David
Ya’ll giving up on all your dreams then look at me living mine that’s why you hate it
Entangled in all of this money before I get played I’ll turn to a player
I’d rather be August Alsina than Will Smith when it’s coming to Jada
In the O-town I’m the mayor
Keys to the city and keys to the Caddy
Jersey on me like I’m leading the Magic
In Florida but somehow I’m freezing the Patek (ice)
Spend what you want on the car that you want that’s priceless
But you try touching this car and you gone be lifeless

Momma always said I was a fire starter
Guess I’m just a rolling stone like my father
Getting richer than I ever been ain’t tired of balling
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling
In the south cause out in Hollywood it’s plastic
And we know who you are
Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car
Momma said I was a fire starter
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling

The Cadillac came outta 69
My hustle inspired my Nipsey’s grind
Pick all the greatest rappers: Eminem, Nas, Tupac, Biggie, this them combined
I had to get all my credit and cheddar cause label execs wouldn’t give me mine
There’s too many diamonds inside of the watch
It’s flooded but I know its really time
Flash back to the trap
Me and Pimpin tryna put the city on the map
Washing dishes at the restaurant selling weed
I told em meet me in the back
Pops died almost dropped out of school
My grades D’s like the rims on the lac
Wrapping up the packages
I never thought I’d go and make a million off of rap
My God how my life changed
This preparation with right aim
Going against me like a hose of gasoline trying to fight flames
All you gone make it some torches
Then you gone make me pull up in them Porsches
Beat him up outside 7eleven
God damn, got blood on the forces
My cars got too many horses
My bitch do too many contortions
My account got too many commas
At the dealership with too many choices
God blessing me foreal
Cross on my head cause I been anointed
Trying to stop the wave like running in circles
All that shit is pointless

Momma always said I was a fire starter
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling
Until the choir calling
Until the choir calling
Always be a fire starter

Momma always said I was a fire starter
Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling
Until the choir calling
Until the choir calling
Always be a fire starter

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Caskey – I’m A Virgin Lyrics

Caskey – I’m A Virgin Lyrics Lyrics, Letra caskey

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex

I make M’s (Em’s)
Please don’t call me Dr. Dre though
40 on my hip but I’m not Canseco
Knots and payphones
Keep a glock like Waco
Coolin’ tryna make myself a lot like Bedros
2 phones, the burner stay close
I’ll make a fool out a rapper
Like the first of April
Bumping Lil Durk getting work from Draco
I take her to the trap
Not to Turks and Caicos
I made it out the city but boogie I’m far from it
She could fuck me but she ain’t gone get her a car from i’
Every month pay my momma’s mortgage in all hundreds
And my dawgs they’ll never say a word
But they still all Gunnas
Clutching the pack like ball runners
I’d be ashamed to rap if I did y’all numbers
Ya’ll out of style like tall T’s and hummers
If you in the field it must be an off season summer
And I don’t mean an album by J Cole
It’s obvious that ya’ll Achille’s heel ain’t just under the ankle
I stepped into my greatness it made em’ ungrateful
When you the G.O.A.T. you gonna be somebodies scapegoat

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex

They come in the game for the fame
They pop. and never last long
I made a rapper’s advance off of my trap phone
Then toured around the country and brought it back home
Hard to stay relevant lying in all your rap songs
Spent a lot on your chain then didn’t stay in your lane
So what you blew up fast, you gone as quick as you came
Ya’ll some industry plants that couldn’t whether the rain
All that money from the label was a waste what a shame
This is no cloud this is all game
I took the slow route made it all gains
They threw dirt on my name I made a campaign
Then took the blood sweat and tears made it champagne
Tap water to Fiji
Black balled they ain’t need me
Now there’s ghosts round the crib like I’m playing with ouija
10 years going hard still make it look easy
Talk back you get smacked dawg better believe me
Mask on like Yeezy I stack freely
Bring the drama to your DJ is that Jeezy
I got Mass on the track like he Mancini
And I got everything I wanted like I had genies

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex
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