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Birdman Fire Flame Lyrics

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[Chorus: x2]
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
***** we tha bizness, hundred million dollars
***** we tha bizness, hundred million dollars

Fresh out from my bid
***** it's lil' tuneche
I Lucille ball, ***** I love Lucy
If these *****s dogs, I'm animal cruelty
Don't **** with me at all, cause I'm twisted like an Rubik's 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 ain't 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 *****s wax

[Chorus]

(what ya talking bout)

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 ***** ***
Five star *****, two mill' on the dash
Yeah, militant minded
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Uptown soldier, you have been blinded
Grinding all the time, *****
Stuntin', and we shining
Diving in deep ****, 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 blap

[Chorus]

Uh, I got ***** coming to me
Shotgun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
Sittin' in my hog, tell my chauffeur "to the penthouse"
Pockets so deep its like my money gotta swim out
Marley say **** 'em, scoob say **** 'em
***** I'm still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter
Hundred million dollars, pocket change *****
See these first class flights
We strapped up in the trenches
***** want some business *****
We getting it in this business
Some ten figure *****s blood rich gang *****
Fire flame spitters, point blank *****
Money and the power, swag out the shower
Spending *****, then them *****'s running like some cowards
Bigger than life *****, C-four *****
A hundred million dollars, my son born rich
Blap!

[Chorus: x2]


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