Текст песни 2H2H (feat. Thai'Chi Rose) - Nadia Rose feat. Thai'Chi Rose

Mmm, if I ain′t got the cash then I use the plastic
Ain't got the lighter, then I use the matchsick (what else?)
You can bring the fire but you can′t match this
Started on the couch nowaday a mattress
Started on the couch now we're on the atlas
Should be blown up all off of the rap shit
Been bad from born, never did practice
But if them girl talk bad, them girl a actress
My girl bad, my girl are ratchet
Rollin' four gyal up, that′s fantastic
Head gone, billin′ up a ganja spliff
Jump in the whip, look how I handle stick
Comin' ′round baby, have the candles lit
Jump in it, watch the way I handle stick
I bring the fire, automatic, never need gear-shift
They can't handle this
When I work the angle
I′ma make it too hot for you to handle
My tings shot pon them like Rambo
What you gonna do when the flames surround you
They say, they wanna burn it up like me
Tings hot when they pop like me, with no apologies
Burn bitches at a higher degree
Get lit I'm on a burning spree
I′m too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Slash your finger, say aye-aye-aye
When they ask you who is the hottest
Say I-I-I, I, I bring the fire like I rub two sticks
Man, I bring the fire you cannot extinguish
I forever blaze, anybody have the number for the fire brigade?
If I make you bust a little sweat then you wipe it away
Started as a slow burner, I got fire for days
They chattin' shit, but tell 'em "fire away"
Rollin′ with the fire any time of the day
So you′re playing with fire that's igniting the flame
Cos me I bring the fire I′m the crème brûlée
Before you say my name you should stop, drop and roll
This ain't just flames, this is inferno
Leave it on your toes like you′re steppin' on coal
You should already know
When I work the angle
I′ma make it too hot for you to handle
My tings shot pon them like Rambo
What you gonna do when the flames surround you
They say, they wanna burn it up like me
Tings hot when they pop like me, with no apologies
Burn bitches at a higher degree
Get lit I'm on a burning spree
I'm too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Way too hot for them
Hotter than an African continent
I bring the fire, the confidence
I bring the sauce, the condiments (I, I, I)
I, I, I, like I′m self-centred
You′re gonna need a health centre
When I
When I work the angle
I'ma make it too hot for you to handle
My tings shot pon them like Rambo
What you gonna do when the flames surround you
They say, they wanna burn it up like me
Tings hot when they pop like me, with no apologies
Burn bitches at a higher degree
Get lit I′m on a burning spree
I'm too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle
Too hot, too hot
Too hot to handle