| I’m the Fireman
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| Fire, Fa, Fireman
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| I got that fire I’m hollering
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| I got that fire come and try me and
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
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| Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
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| And I don’t even need a Jeep pass I’m pass that
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| I’m passing em out now and you can’t help that
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| And my chain Toucan Sam
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| That tropical colors you can’t match that
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| Gotta be abstract
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| You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
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| Don’t be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
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| My girls can’t wear that why that’s where my cash at I put my mack down that’s where you lack at She need her candlelit and I’ma wax that
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| I rekindle the flame
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| She remember he name
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| It’s Weezy Baby January December the same
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| Mama gimme that brain
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| Mama gimme that good
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| Cause I’m the fireman
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| You hear the firetruck
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| I’m the Fireman
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| Fire, Fa, Fireman
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| I got that fire I’m hollering
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| I got that fire come and try me and
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| Fresh on campus it’s the Birdman Jr Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
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| Raw tune not a cartoon
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| No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
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| I’m hot but the car cool
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| She wet that’s a carpool
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| Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
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| Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
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| Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp views
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| Don’t snooze
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| Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
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| Ya girlfriend is old news
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| Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
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| Cash Money Records where dreams come true
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| Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
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| Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
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| Now watch it melt don’t burn ya self
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| I’m the Fireman
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| Fire, Fa, Fireman
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| I got that fire I’m hollering
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| I got that fire come and try me and
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out
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| Ridin’by myself well really not really
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| So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
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| Who? |
| Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
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| My money 360, you only 180
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| Half of the game too lazy
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| 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
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| 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
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| Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
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| Yall in a race and me I’m at the finish line
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| They running foot too long it’s time to gimme mine
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| Straight down ya chimney and ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime
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| I’m the Fireman
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| Fire, Fa, Fireman
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| I got that fire I’m hollering
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| I got that fire come and try me and
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| You can spark it up and I’ma put you out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fireman , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album What's A Goon To A Goblin?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп