Firebomber - B.G., Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

B.G., Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes

Firebomber

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Firebomber è stato pubblicato il 14 marzo 2025 da Choppa City Entertainment, LLC come parte dell'album Freedom of Speech (Deluxe)

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PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

B.G.

Vocals

Lil Wayne

Vocals

Busta Rhymes

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Dorsey

Christopher Dorsey

Songwriter

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Songwriter

Trevor George Smith Jr.

Trevor George Smith Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Streetz The Producer

Streetz The Producer

Producer

Testi

[Intro]

Uh-oh

Uh-oh

Yeah

Yeah

B.G.

Wah

Ayo, B.G.

I say wah

Them **** can't see Weezy

Not at all

Welcome home, ****

Oh, I'm here now

I said, welcome home, my ****

Oh, I'm here now

Yeah

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

[Verse 1]

Fuckin' everything up in existence is my mission

Turn that shit on, crash up your whip, head-on collision, ha!

I beat you **** up to the point where you need to listen

When I pull up, comin' to eat your food is a given

Class is in session, you better pay your tuition, motherfucker

Come on the spot in this expedition

Mop the floor with a couple ****, total submission

Leave your body swimmin' with ****, but we be fishin'

A lot of **** on the 'gram, they be talkin' and sneaky dissin'

Bust your face through your computer screen and you be wishin'

Why you do that? Shut the fuck up, stupid lil' ****

Why you do that? Why the screen hit me, my ****? Who that?

You did it to yourself, you know you deserved it, my ****, true that

See, I'm the nicest in this bitch, but y'all **** already knew that

Jungle foot, where do we get 'em? Y'all feel the boom bap

Bars, I continue to get 'em, listen to my new rap

Lights a little dim, B.G. givin' 'em a new slap

You are the most incredible, and I have already showed and proved that

[Chorus]

It's the fire

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Yeah, uh-oh

Cheers to the fire bomber

Wah, look in here

[Verse 2]

B Gizzle back on the mission, standin' on business (Business)

Tryna run out a hunnid mil' in designer tennis (Louis)

Just came home from the fields, finished my sentence (Business)

'Bout to go on tour, my PO just gave me permission

.40 still tucked in my britches with the extension (Yeah)

Whip the back and slap a bitch ****, it's the quickness

**** more feminine than women, this shit ridiculous

I just laugh at 'em, real game, I can't take it serious

Play with me, you know I won't hesitate, I'ma send it (Send it)

The bag real heavy these days, I'm independent (Facts)

Me and Busta-Busta on a song, it was a given (Given)

The fire bomber's comin' through, better put up your bitches (Put 'em up)

Ha! Born to the depth of these streets, cherish me, **** (****)

Somethin' you could never be, different pedigree, **** (Never)

Grew up catchin' felonies, lot of weaponry, **** (Strap)

Catch me in the city where all the steppers be, **** (Stepper)

[Chorus]

It's the fire

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

[Verse 3]

The reverend sees me, tell me that the devil's in Weezy

He say I'm gettin' too high, like Heaven's beneath me

Pleasure to meet me, I deserve a specialist treatment

I'm daddy, all these bitches might inherit my features

Cherries and peaches, grapes, watermelons, and beaches

That's where we bury the secrets for federal reasons

Like veggies and vegans, we don't stress over beefin'

We just kidnap your nephews and nieces, then never release 'em

Left 'em with Jesus, I'm in Vegas, F'ing with Jeezy

I met him at Caesars, one thing we don't bet on is freedom

Weapons, we need 'em, send shots, like texts, you receive 'em

Complicated, constipated, shit ain't ever been easy, Tunechi

[Chorus]

It's the fire

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Cheers to the fire bomber

Yeah

Cheers to the fire bomber

Y'all know what it is, man

Cheers to the fire bomber

[Outro]

B Gizzle, Busta Rhymes, Lil Tunechi

Freedom of speech, ****

Written by: Christopher Dorsey, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Trevor George Smith Jr.

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