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Fireman Songtext
von Lil Wayne

Fireman Songtext

Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now?
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'ma put you out


You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
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Ain'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 passing 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 betta 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'ma 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 good

Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
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'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
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 handling the game so long my thumb bruise
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 self

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'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' 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-grape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running for too long it's time to gimme mine

Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
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'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

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