paroles de chanson Midwest Meltdown - T.T. feat. Twista & Tech N9NE

Game on, light a match
I'm blowing up, that's a known fact
Accelerant, lighter fluid gas
Burning every beat up, we
Spending money fast, even burn my cash
Everything around me smell like smoke
Blowin' on something that's really no joke
Know they gettin' high when they start to choke
Ain't smokin' on reg', it'll burn my throat
It's Tech N9ne, T.T, and Twista (speak about the fire)
Switching lanes, 500 horses
Time for bed, you know my Swishers getting split like divorces
I can never burn out, no doubt, we get smoked out
Roll some White Widow to the grass till' I pass out
Say you told 'em how, so tell me what you talkin' 'bout

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)

It's only right that Twista speak about the fire
Lovin' the feelin' when I fill up a Backwood
Smoke the blunt up till I'm fucked up
Cough till I wanna upchuck, now I'm feelin' good
Takin' a hit of it then I be going up into oblivion
When I be blowin' the Afghani or the OG
Kush, talkin' bout a bush
If I see you blowin' purple, nigga
I wanna hit it, act like you know me
Always blowin' loud with my people
Flow so good that my style is evil
Steady spinnin' on my women in the summer
Like lemons in the Hummer, I got Sour Diesel
Smokin' Headband, make a nigga do a headstand
Green crack make me lean back
From the Chi' to the twin cities, ready to spend 50
Pullin' up your block, have you seen that?

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)

Tech livin' it up, straight givin' it up, sex diggin' in guts
Women know I'm makin' everything cream
Wreck it then I bust, that's when I'm in lust, wet womenare sexy
Richie Richie, Professor Keenbean
I got the fire for lady luck I'm a live wire
And she's a thicky thick and you can't greet her then I'll fly her
Buy her desires than annihilate her midnight attire
Then deny and say I've had better, bitch, liar, liar!
Flyed it to buy up in the sky, I'mma spit the flame
Quick to rip it and get to trippin' and flippin' with the gang
Get the picture frame, for the nigga to get the blame
Grip the pistol, bang! To your nipple, the missile came
You better know this SooWoo bidness, nigga!
Don't wanna fuck around and get lit up in your liver
Better consider, I'm a heavy hitter to spit a gat
So watch your mouth when you speak to me 'fore I give you that

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)

Set your city on (fire)
I'm burnin' like (fire)
I'll smoke you out (fire)
I'll melt you like (fire, like fire)
(Like fire, like fire)