weezy baby – lyric of the week
This week’s selection is one of my personal favorites from the Lil Wayne catalog. If you still haven’t got up on Weezy F. Baby then what the hell is wrong with you. Communist. This verse is from last year’s platinum selling album Tha Carter II, and the song is called “Fireman.” Download this shit and bump it, preferably at high volumes while sippin syrup.
Ain’t nobody fuckin with me man, heatman/ski mask, spending next week’s cash, he fast/and I don’t even need a G pass, I’m past that/I’m passin em out now, you can’t have that/here’s my chain, toucan sam that/tropical colors, you can’t match that/gotta be abstract/you catch my gal’s legs open, betta smash that/don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at/I see she wearin them jeans that show her buttcrack/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 rekindle the flame/she remember the name/It’s Weezy baby, January December the same/Mama gimme that brain/Mama give me that good/Cause I’m the fireman/hear the firetruck
Weezy F. Baby and please say the baby….
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