Fire Flame Remix lyrics

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BIRDMAN lyrics : "Fire Flame Remix"

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

(*##$ We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
(*##$ We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars


[Lil Wayne]
Fresh out from my bid
(*##$ it's Lil Tuneche

I Lucille Ball, (*##$ I love Lucy
if these n-ggas dogs, I'm animal cruelty
dont f-ck with me at all, cause I'm twisted like an Rubiks cube

oh my, look how the time has flown
and they say time is of the essence
but what if there clock is wrong

but all my problems will be second
and all my worries will be gone
I'll have money back for breakfast smell like ?(*##$ I'm rich cologne?

ha, I'm so relaxed my Gucci flats aint got a scratch
if you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts
they say it cost to be the boss

I paid the price including tax
(*##$ I'm a fire flame spitter
and to me you n-ggas wax


[Chorus]
(What ya talking bout)


[Birdman]
In this World with my Tommy gun

banana clip the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
spend a little cash, bust a n-gga $$#

5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash
yeah, militant minded
upown soldier, you have been blinded

grinding all the time, (*##$
stuntin, and we shining


diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing
blah, the bottles keep poppin'
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin'

them (*##$es see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap
[Chorus]


[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I got p-ssy coming to me

shotgun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
sittin' in my hog, tell my chauffer ?to the penthouse?
pockets so deep its like my money gotta swim out

Marley say f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em
(*##$ I'm still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter

hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga

[Birdman]

See these first class flights
we strapped up in the trenches
n-gga want some business b-tch

we getting it in this business
some ten figure n-ggas blood rich gang n-gga
fire flame spitters, point blank n-gga

money and the power, swag out the shower
spending n-gga, then them p-ssy's running like some cowards
bigger than life n-gga, c4 (*##$

a hundred million dolllars, my son born rich
blaaapp!


[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

(*##$ We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
(*##$ We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

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