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MGR (Mustard Gas and Roses) Lyrics

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