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Fireman

I'm the Fireman

Fire, Fa, Fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'm a put you out

You can spark it up and I'm a put you outAin't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman

Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast

And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that

I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't have that

And my chain Toucan Sam that

Tropical colors you can't match that

Gotta be abstract

You catch my gal legs open better smash that

Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at

I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack

My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at

I put my mack down that's where you lack at

She need her candlelit and I'm a wax that

I rekindle the flame

She remember the name

It's Weezy Baby January December the same

Mama gimme that brain

Mama gimme that gut

Cause I'm the fireman

You hear the firetruckI'm the fireman

Fire, fa, fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'm a put you out

You can spark it up and I'm a put you outFresh on campus it's the Birdman junior

Money too long teachers put away ya rulers

Raw tune not a cartoon

No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (sexy)

I'm hot but the car cool

She wet that's a carpool

Been in that water since a youngin' you just shark food

Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school

Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse

Don't snooze

Been handlin' the game so long my thumbs bruised

Ya new girlfriend is old news

Yeen' got enough green and she so blue yeah

Cash Money Records where dreams come true

Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby

Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew

Now watch it melt don't burn ya selfI'm the fireman

Fire, fa, fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'm a put you out

You can spark it up and I'm a put you outRidin' by myself well really not really

So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie

Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby

My money 360, you only 180

Half of the game too lazy

Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake 'em

Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake 'em

Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah

Come on mama let The Carter make ya

Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya

They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature

Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton

Y'all in a race and me I'm at the finish line

Been running for too long it's time to gimme mine

Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I

Weezy allergic to wintertimeI'm the fireman

Fire, fa, fireman

I got that fire I'm hollering

I got that fire come and try me and

You can spark it up and I'm a put you out

You can spark it up and I'm a put you outI, I, I, got 'em

I, I, I, got 'em

aye aye B

I got 'em

Aye D I got 'em

Aye slim I got 'em

Don't worry

I, I, I

Don't worry

I, I, I

I'm a put you out

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