Fireman Lyrics

I'm the Fireman Fire, F-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
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next week's cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm past that I'm passing ‘em out now and you can't help 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 surprised 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 candle lit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame She remembered 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 fire truck
I'm the Fireman Fire F-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 sharp fuse Don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumbs 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 me melt, don't burn ya self, cuz
I'm the Fireman Fire F-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 crepe ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Y'all in the race and me I'm at the finish line They're running fo' too long, it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime
I'm the Fireman Fire F-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