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babytron - fireman lyrics

[intro]
b+tch, i’m so high, i ain’t gon’ lie
b+tch, i’m so fly, i ain’t gon’ lie
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
sh+ttyboyz

[verse]
if i toss it, will you run it?
if i throw it, will you catch it?
you be steady d+ck sucking, i’m just steady counting blessings
i just sent her in the bank, it’s gon’ take a couple seconds
i’ma give his ass some wings, i’ma send him up to heaven
like, aye
if you won’t suck it then yo will friend will
all that crunchy talk, f+ck around and get yo friend k!lled
her head weak as h+ll, i wish she had her friend still
in the morning catching jacks, this a steak and egg meal
i know you high, b+tch, i put a perky in yo wood
took her last five hundred, know she’s hurting from that jug
middle man, middle man, boy, you perping like the plug
you can’t see the gl!cky poking ’cause the purple full of dubs
b+tch asked me do i give a f+ck
yo man’s got popped, you look silly tryna pick him up
hit him in his + with the + watch him stiffen up
can’t do the texts, do the calls, i’m tryna get a nut
wocky got me in my zone, little b+tch, come and do yo thang
taliban with me, turn yo breathing to a shooting range
.556, you acting buff, i send one through yo friends
yeah, made twenty in two more days
flying out to tokyo, i’m finna catch ’bout two more planes
if i throw that one signal up, you gon’ lose yo face
running to the pape, little b+tch, you gon’ lose that race
they gon’ have a sad face when i’m coming new ass raf
let me tell you something
you be walking ’round this b+tch loose, no, i can’t sell you nothing
legs bode, did that little jump, she can tell i’m [?]
scam after scam after scam after scam got my celly jumping
only sixteen, first whip, b+tch, i been did it
i was fifteen busting scams, b+tch, i been sh+tting
i was seventeen with ’bout thirty, my bins been hitting
i been f+cking dimes since forever, yo b+tch been finished
yeah, that b+tch big finished
slingshot with the jerk on it, had to shift with it
clutching on the glock, look at you like don’t get lift with it
h+llcat with the muscle in it, i feel like [?]
off+white, virgil [?] finna hit the gym in it
better ask around, yeah, b+tch, little jimmy been with it
he gon’ do that tough tone sh+t until this b+tch hit him
in a pothole, i f+cked around and had to switch rims
stop looking at my wood, boy, this b+tch a facer
turtle pie or the runtz, we got different flavors
yeah, i got bangs but this chop, it’ll get them tapers
aw sh+t, man
yeah, i can’t forget the lasers
purple and the yellow palm angels, i play with the lakers
took yo chain, took yo b+tch, boy, i came in with the taker
talking ’bout some eight hundred dollars, boy, this b+tch ungrateful
throw her out the whip
blow him in his sh+t, guarantee that i won’t throw a fist
b+tch, you smoking d+ck if you say i’m not a goat with it
both hands with the + use your throat with it
taught her well, i’m a coach with it
what can i say? man, i got the golden stick
these some bullets you cannot catch if i throw this b+tch
looked him in his eyes and looked down, see the ho in him
and [?] on his shoes, what the f+ck
i’m just counting through some blues, aye
[?] like, sh+ttyboyz

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