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Sangtekst: Chris Brown. Flame Thrower.

I'm sweatin' gasoline.
Will somebody just come and wipe me down?
If you struck a match on me,
I'd probably burn this mothafucka' down.
From the ceilin' to the ground.
What's that beat? No, what's that sound?
Got me blazin' all around, all around.

Like like like like, danger!
Gimme somethin' on the rocks and
Ima' take you staight up.
Got me poppin' like a mighty morphin' power ranger.
Heat it up until the fire marshall come complainin'.
Come come come complainin'.
It's hot!

It's hot in here,
But, I don't wanna' cool off.
You keep this up,
Watch all my clothes come off.
You burnin' things up.
Sexy flame thrower, sexy flame thrower.
Got me burnin up, inferno.

You can burn it up.
More fire. (Fire!)
You can burn it up.
Uh huh. (x2)

Most of the chicks you meet,
Aren't like me, they don't even count.
So, don't get me at sprinklers on,
Watch these bitches drown.
From the ceilin' to the ground.
What's that beat? No, what's that sound?
This beat blazin' all around, all around.

Like like like like, danger!

Gimme somethin' on the rocks and
Ima' take you staight up.
Got me poppin' like a mighty morphin' power ranger.
Heat it up until the fire marshall come complainin'.
Come come come complainin'.
It's hot!

It's hot in here,
But, I don't wanna' cool off.
You keep this up,
Watch all my clothes come off.
You burnin' things up.
Sexy flame thrower, sexy flame thrower.
Got me burnin up, inferno.

You can burn it up.
More fire. (Fire!)
You can burn it up.
Uh huh. (x2)

Make 'em dance, girl. (Oh!)
Make 'em dance. (Oh!) (x2)
Gotta' make 'em dance, gotta' make 'em dance. (Oh!) (x3)
Gotta' make 'em dance, make 'em dance, girl.

It's hot in here,
But, I don't wanna' cool off.
You keep this up,
Watch all my clothes come off.
You burnin' things up.
Sexy flame thrower, sexy flame thrower.
Got me burnin up, inferno.

Keep on burnin' up.
(x3, fade out.)