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kevin federline - playin' with fire lyrics
[verse 1]
since the first day i came out the womb
i’ve been money_motivated, so money i must consume
to the tomb, i’ma take this attitude, i’m rude
fire came out the same pot that i was brewed
you better digest this rhyme_fest i’m givin’
i gotta thank god for this day, yes, i’m livin’
still playin’ with fire, no kin to satan (ha_ha)
but the media was hatin’, so it’s a must i bake ’em (yah)
they try to copy kev, surprise, they can’t trace him
federline, pure patron, you can’t chase him (i got no purpose)
your mind’s a souped_up engine, you can’t race him
and you can’t clone me, n0body, there’s no replacement
i’m cool like the breeze, walk with a swagger
the season on your beef, cut the drama with a dagger
call my bluff, i’m lyrical enough
to step in a booth and perform miracles and stunts (like bling_bling!)
the jeep in your hummer, the sleep in your slumber
playin’ with fire, put the heat in your summer
26 inches, and i’m burnin’ up the rubber (_imitates tire deflating_)
on top of my game, all you lames i’ma hover
[chorus]
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
playin’ with fire, you’re playin’ with fire
[verse 2]
dippin’ through your block, throwin’ out the pancakes
money in my pocket, right after the handshake
the bisquick man, mix in my batter
put it in your stereo, watch the whoopers clatter
kev is here, i’m bringin’ in the bacon
and my foot’ll get loose in that ass of you hatin’
run over you like the kicks on my feet (yeah)
and i heard your girl likes to do splits to my beats (that hurts, don’t it?)
i’m makin’ money every time that i speak (what?)
every line that i tweak, every rhyme that i leak (ha!)
kev’ll have your chick climbin’ in the sheets (climbin’)
wake up the next mornin’, drunk, lyin’ on the beach (drunk)
you think i’m lyin’ when i speak (no)
i’ll have your girl next week (yes)
panty and bra, drinkin’ jack and pepsi (ha)
i’m skatin’ through these bricks like water and jet skis
playin’ with fire, just like daddy do
and he love to love me like timbaland and magoo
paparazzi cagin’ me like an animal in the zoo
takin’ fl!cks and talkin’ about everything that i do
[chorus]
[verse 3]
i’m comin’ out like janet’s titty at the super bowl (whoo!)
lyrics comin’ out like guns, fill you up with holes (ha_ha!)
and when the shotty blow, feel your body cold
i’m already a king, that’s why they cast in my body molds
(can you pass me that crayon right there?) you see my stats
knew i came in the game, chewin’ your crew like cashews
you do nuts, bet i’ll run right past you
olympic gold, i’m masterful (masterful)
a masterpiece, you motherf_ckers woke the beats
i’m on the throne while you roamin’ the streets (whoo!)
and i’m like val kilmer, i’m bringin’ this heat
round_hoggin’ on the track, came from under the beat
(don’t look) down, bottom of the barrel
you starin’ at one_two, shook like a scarecrow
but this ain’t awe’s, it’s just because
i’m gon’ sit ’round malibu and whoop these claws
and trick these broads and know not to sh_t_eat dawgs
my studio, my cell, how i rip these bars
i flew, they thought i fell, and it’s just because
(ha_ha!) because of one of the things they does
[chorus]
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