That Fire

[Chorus: Paul Wall & (Trina)] Girl You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [X4] (Boy You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit) [X4] [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I must admit I like 'em dark skin, light skin, thick and thin I like 'em every shape, and all types of shades of skin I like them big thighs, slim waist and pretty eyes You got my hormones on the rise So come here girl for this big surprise Some ladies like it slow, some ladies like it rough Some like it kinky with them blindfolds and hand-cuffs I'll taste your rainbow with it sweet, that's on the low, keep that descrete Girl you in for a mid-night treat, so keep it cool cuz I bring the heat That ass is so bro-bust, that waist is so petite Put it on me girl, I'm a freak, your climax gon' be complete Say some words that make you leak I see you giving me sex faces You got that ocean []? in the swimming inside the oasis You got an extended cab, thick in all of the perfect spots Break me off with some of that fire, girl you got that top notch I know just what you like, this one night that you won't forget You like to sweat baby that's a bet My special affects gon' make you wet [Chorus: Paul Wall & (Trina)] Girl You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [X4] (Boy You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit) [X4] [Verse 2: Trina] I'm down in M. I. A., the queen of where I stay You ho's is broke ballin, I blow money for play The diamond princess, I'm pretty like that pink Phantom Let the top fold, fact the sex is granted I'll be your porn star and fuck you in the car If you can go the distance, one nigga take me far The baddest bitch, I do what I'm saying on these albums I got a place for ya, if you can fit this magnum Ride it till you sleep, and make your knees weak Make me wet like rain, till I can barely speak Let us spend this paper on me, nah, I ain't attached Bitch I ain't tryin' keep 'em, so you can have 'em back [Chorus: Paul Wall & (Trina)] Girl You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [X4] (Boy You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit) [X4] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] Baby, your body shape just like a coke bottle Soft just like some baby skin Smilin at me from the rear, I love the way that dem lips grin Girl you top of the line, you surpass just being fine I must admit that you one of the best, the quarter holds more than just a dime Your ocean got that motion, baby I'm likin' the way you move Goin' and let me slide on in, I'll beat it up but you won't be bruised You playing hard to get, ain't nothing wrong with a little tease You got one hell of a target, lil mama I ain't a please I'm coming with it hard, so go on and take what I got to give Trust me now I play no games, I make you feel it inside your ribs Get ready for hot sex, I bring the package like fed-ex Under the sheets I'm so elite, come get a taste of this T. E. X I make that bed squeak, I'm well known for laying the wood Baby girl, you got that good, my game plan is understood Lay the pipe down just like a plumber, touch cha and make your body shiver Let me swim up inside yo river, lil mama you know you got that fire [Chorus: Paul Wall & (Trina)] Girl You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [X4] (Boy You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit) [X4]