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]