Andrews Correa - Fireman lyrics

[Hook] 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'mma put you out You can spark it up and I'mma put you out [Verse 1] Ain't nobody f**in' with me man, Heatman Ski mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pa**, I'm past that I'm pa**ing '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 girl legs open, better smash that Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her bu*t 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 rekindled the flame She remembered the name It's Weezy Baby, January December the same Mama gimme the brain, mama gimme the guts Cause I'm the fireman, you hear the fire truck [Hook] 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'mma put you out You can spark it up and I'mma put you out [Verse 2] 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 thumbs bruised Ya new girlfriend is old news You ain't 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 yourself [Hook] [Verse 3] Riding by myself - well really, not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop a wheelie Who? Weezy Baby, you call me "Young Baby" My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleeping 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 you 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 Y'all in the race and me I'm at the finish line Been running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down your chimney in your living room: it's I Weezy allergic to wintertime (HOT!)