۩͇̿V͇̿I͇̿P͇̿۩Lil' Wayne Feat. Birdman - Fire Flame (Remix) | Текст песни

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• Fire Flame (Remix)

(Birdman)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

(Lil Wayne)

Leggo
Fresh off of my bid, bitch, it’s Lil Tunechi
I Lucille Ball, bitch, I love Lucy
If these niggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty
Don’t fuck with me at all, ’cause I’m twisted like in a Rubik’s
Cube, oh, my, look how the time has flown
And they say time is of the essence, but what if that clock is wrong?
But all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone
And I’ll have moneybags for breakfast, smell like Bitch I’m Rich cologne
Ha, I’m so relaxed, my Gucci flats ain’t got a scratch
And if you got problems wit’ I, well, I will fix them cataracts
They say it cost to be the boss, I’ll pay the price includin’ tax
Bitch, I’m a fire flame spitter, and to me you niggas wax

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

(Birdman)

In this world wit’ my Tommy gun, banana clip, the redrum
Hundred million dollars, put my life down for my son
Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass
Five star, nigga, two mill on the dash
Yeah, militant minded
Uptown soldier, you have been blinded
Grindin’ all the time, bitch, stuntin’ and we shinin’
Divin’ in deep shit, the money keep climbin’
Blat, the-the-the bottles keep poppin’
Dom P, rose, Perrier poppin’
Them bitches see we rockin’ the whips we be rockin’
Iced up, tatted up, fire flame (Fire flame)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

(Lil Wayne)

I got pussy comin’ to me
Shotgun in my drawers, make your woman bite the bullet
Sittin’ in my hall, tell my chauffer “To the penthouse!”
Pockets so deep, it’s like my money gotta swim out
Marley said “Fuck ‘em,” Scoob said “Fuck ‘em”
Bitch, I’m still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F. F., fire flame spitter
Hundred million dollars, pocket change, nigga

(Birdman)

See these first-class flights, we strapped up in the trenches
Nigga want some bidness, bitch, we gettin’ it in this business
Them ten-figga niggas, blood rich gang, nigga
Fire flame spitters, point blank, nigga
Money and the power, swag out the shower
Spin the nigga, bet them pussy runnin’ like some cowards
Bigger than life, nigga, C4, bitch
Hundred million dollars, my son born rich
Blat

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars
B-Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars

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