lirik lagu wynne - firefighter
(get it, get it, get it, get it)
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[verse 1]
you ho’s couldn’t see me if i drop a pin
when i’m walking in the party got him stiffer than a brim
dollars turning blue think they need some oxygen
java script get with the program, b~tch it’s og one and wynne, (og one)
i got the rock at the block, key in the lock
foot on the gas, hand on the throttle, i’m putting oregon on top like i’m bach
baby i like when you handle it ‘cuz i get tired of being the boss
this what it cost, i turn him on like a light got him flocking to me like a moth
[hook]
firefighter, i bring the hoes in
he don’t ghost wynne, his schedules always open
if i want i call n see him like a roman
pick up the phone and we go kick it like the low end
small waist, not safe, white wine, chardonnay
body like this i should cop some jean paul gaultier
circle small, watch face, p~ssy sound like pasta plate
folding all the competition tell those hoes it’s laundry day
(fresh outta the dryer you getting folded!)
[verse 2]
this or that its time to pick
triple double and 9 assists
throw it back, rewind the clip, think you’re a match, b~tch light the wick
money on us if you’re going against my dogs, michael vick
poster child i’m the joint like quarter pound of oregon loud
i’m popping in designer stores i can’t afford to poke around
i’m the big one causing waves from newport to okinawa
and sold out every pub in portland, sh~t look like its rolling loud
[hook]
firefighter, i bring the hoes in
he don’t ghost wynne, his schedules always open
if i want i call n see him like a roman
pick up the phone and we go kick it like the low end
i be glowing, don’t i know it
and they chase me down like block like i stole sh~t
popping moet, head to toe in
vintage sh~t you couldn’t find less you’re in portland
[verse 3]
i bring the volume to the mass
y’all are dense its simple math
quit the gab, i’m not going broke to flex in business class
hit the flash when you picture this, b~tch don’t forget to ask
y’all always showing off a whole lotta nun, sister act
got a taurus sun, sag moon, and my money rising
visine in my eyes, standing on it i can sightsee
9 inch d~ck, where the fly knits?
lost my p~ssy when i put it in this mixtape i’m tryna find it
i don’t listen to the birds chirping b~tch i get to work
i’m sick of y’all stretching out my clothes, tugging on my shirt
i know they’re hurt me bout but they can’t say sh~t bout my verse
say every time i drop all they really say’s i’m from the ‘burbs
[hook]
firefighter, i bring the hoes in
he don’t ghost wynne, his schedules always open
if i want i call n see him like a roman
pick up the phone and we go kick it like the low end
(let’s get it)
small waist, not safe, white wine, chardonnay
body like this i should cop some jean paul gaultier
circle small, watch face, p~ssy sound like pasta plate
folding all the competition tell those hoes it’s laundry day
(we’re serving up bars, let’s go)
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