Birdman feat. Lil Wayne - Fire Flame > Lyrics Music Videos

Fire Flame is the first official single by American rapper Birdman, from his upcoming album 'Bigger Than Life' dropping in early 2011. The single was released on November 22, 2010 and features Lil Wayne. This song will also appear on the album, 'Like Father Like Son Part 2', which also drops in 2011. Check out guys, 'Fire Flame' music video and lyrics grabbed from YouTube below by Birdman feat. Lil Wayne.

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Artist : Birdman feat. Lil Wayne

Song Title : Fire Flame

Album : Like Father Like Son Part 2

Birdman feat. Lil Wayne - Fire Flame Lyrics :

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Fresh out from my bid
bitch it’s Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch 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 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 “bitch 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
bitch I’m a fire flame spitter
and to me you n-ggas wax

(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 n-gga ass
5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash
yeah, militant minded
uptown soldier, you have been blinded
grinding all the time, bitch
stuntin, and we shining
diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing
blah, the bottles keep poppin’
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’
them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap

Uh, I got p-ssy 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 f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em
bitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter
hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga

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 bitch
a hundred million dollars, my son born rich
blaaapp!

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Fresh out from my bid
bitch it’s Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch 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 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 “bitch 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
bitch I’m a fire flame spitter
and to me you n-ggas wax

(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 n-gga ass
5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash
yeah, militant minded
uptown soldier, you have been blinded
grinding all the time, bitch
stuntin, and we shining
diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing
blah, the bottles keep poppin’
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’
them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap

Uh, I got p-ssy 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 f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em
bitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter
hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga

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 bitch
a hundred million dollars, my son born rich
blaaapp!

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars