Il testo della Fireman (remix)

Im the fireman
Fire, fa, fireman
I got that fire im hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and imma put you out
You can spark it up and imma put you out

Aint nobody fucking with me man, heatman
Ski mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And i dont even need a g pass im pass that
Im passing em out now and you cant have that
And my chain toucan sam
That tropical colors you cant match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open better smash that
Dont be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls cant wear that, why? thats where my stash at
I put my mack down thats where you lack at
She need her candlelit and imma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember the name
Its weezy baby january december the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause im the fireman
You hear the firetruck

Im the fireman
Fire, fa, fireman
I got that fire im hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and imma put you out
You can spark it up and imma put you out

Fresh on campus its the birdman jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
Im hot but the car cool
She wet thats 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
Dont snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
You aint 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 dont burn ya self

Im the fireman
Fire, fa, fireman
I got that fire im hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and imma put you out
You can spark it up and imma 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 im bout to wake em
Yep! im bout to take em to new orleans and bake em
Yeah its 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 im ballin by nature
Addicted to the game like jordan and payton
Yall in a race and me im at the finish line
They running for too long its time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is i
Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot

Im the fireman
Fire, fa, fireman
I got that fire im hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and imma put you out
You can spark it up and imma put you out