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Lyrics Fuego – GAWNE
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
It comes down, down, down, down
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
We come down, down, down, down
If I book a flight it’s one way
Up and where the sun stays
Saturday to Sunday
Never coming down to the ground from the clouds
Baby I don’t need no runway
Runaway
I’m moving into a new house
White picket fence in a suitable town
Then I see my neighbor’s beautiful spouse
Though I don’t see her husband around
So I show up unannounced
Knock on her door
She is a stay at mother and bored
And school isn’t out
Next thing you know we get to fooling about
I’m looking for trouble admit
That this chick always be on some other sh!t
I wanna hit it and quit it
Not snuggle and kiss
But I struggle a bit
When I learned she’s a mother with kids
So lay down in bed
Tryna get me some head
It was cool till her husband comes in
With a couple of guns he has come for revenge
So I lunge for the bed
As I hide under covers
Tryna muffle my breath
Till my lungs feel a mess
I’m so stressed that my heart is gon’ puncture my chest
I can feel the sh!t punching against
All my ribs I said f**k it I guess
I’ma run for the door
As I trip and then fall to the floor
At the feet of her husband he’s aiming his gun at my forehead
I’m begging him no please
Lowkey your wife’s a hoe
I need the police
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
It comes down, down, down, down
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
We come down, down, down, down
If I book a flight it’s one way
Up and where the sun stays
Saturday to Sunday
Never coming down to the ground from the clouds
Baby I don’t need no runway
Runaway
She was the girl of my dreams
She was the one I desired
Yeah I got her husband to leave
After he came home to find her
Down on her knees but not reading the Bible
Though now that she’s mine she been secretly eyeing
Her secret admirer
Tables have turned
F**kin’ b!tch you will die a habitual LIAR!
Hi, when you gon’ f**kin’ admit thatchu lie
When will you f**kin’ admit you been cheatin’ on me
Always suckin’ the d!ck of a guy
But I got a couple of chicks on the side who
I gotta hide, true
So go cry dude
‘Cause my IQ
Is too haiku
To be lied to
Bye bye, boo
Get out of my room
Recommend you runaway
The undertaker’s
Coming to become your neighbor
Hide your wife at night ‘fore the stud will make her
Fall in lovey dove
With another stranger
Next thing ya know she serves her husband papers
Cause the buff guy next door f**ks and bangs her
Tough luck gettin’ cucked bro
Cut the payments
For the alimony homie
She’s f**king played us
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
It comes down, down, down, down
If it blows up or goes up, up baby
Must come down
We come down, down, down, down
If I book a flight it’s one way
Up and where the sun stays
Saturday to Sunday
Never coming down to the ground from the clouds
Baby I don’t need no runway
Runaway…