Fireman ft. Gone in 60 Lyrics

Brown and tan

Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like Jam)

Race off in my X6

I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jams)

She asked me what's the plan (Plan)

I told her take your fucking pick

Here's a couple grand, couple bands

We so lit

Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)

Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran, Yeah

Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)

I'm too high can't ever land

I been shooting I been fucking swishing

This real life and you don't get no wishes (Wish, wish)

Yeah, Please don't hit my phone unless it's business (Please) That bitch don't love me she So Vindictive (Bitch)

Plenty of fish in the sea

Rock balmain can't rock supreme (Yeah Yeah)

I'm just doing me

Ass so fat that I had to pree (Yeah)

She say ima dog I don't eat pedigree (No)

Bitch I run the field like referees (Referee)

I ain't got no degree

But ima boss

Spend that shit don't watch the cost,

Can't rock Nike with Lacoste yeah (Lacoste)

These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)

I'm making profits Can't take no fucking losses (Take no fucking loss)

Brown and tan

Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like jam)

Race off in my X6

I don't do traffic jams (No)

She asked me what's the plan (Plan, yeah)

I told her take your fucking pick

Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Couple Bands) We so lit, Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)

Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like it's Iran (Yeah) Yeah

Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)

I'm too high can't ever land (No)

Can't mix liquids with the solids

That's just how I'm rocking

I fucked her on the bonnet (What) Yeah

And now she want some love songs and sonnets, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah I need that cash

Bitch I'm itching like a rash (Yeah)

She suck my dick in the Catalac

(Bitch) don't text her back

Don't text her back

Don't call her back

(Don't call her back, no)

I ain't got no degree, But ima boss

Spend that shit don't watch the cost

Can't rock Nike with Lacoste (Yeah)

These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)

I'm making profits

Can't take no fucking losses (Take no loss)

Brown and tan

Sweet like honey sweet like jam

(Sweet like Jam) Race off in my X6

I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jam)

She asked me what's the plan (Plan)

I told her take your fucking pick

Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Bands)

We so lit

Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)

Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran (Yeah) Yeah

Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)

I'm too high can't ever land