Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Firm All Stars, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Firm All Stars |
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| A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor |
| All types of paper, I’m doin you a favor |
| So blaze the trees, come on baby please |
| Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees |
| Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees |
| Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG’s |
| And when I’m lazy B |
| Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be |
| So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out |
| I get em home then I’m twistin them out |
| If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth |
| Then I’m kickin them out |
| Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke |
| On you I wouldn’t trick to know |
| Have me high at first like I sniff some coke |
| But now you gotta go don’t forget your coat |
| Uh |
| We are the firm all stars |
| Fuckin your bitch we don’t care who you are |
| We don’t need no introduction, our music steady bumpin |
| From the crib to the club to your cars |
| Come fuck with us |
| If you know about us throw your hands in the air |
| From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair |
| This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock |
| Even New Orleans be bout it bout it |
| It’s hot |
| Uhhhhhhhhh |
| I gets 7:30 for the door daddy |
| Ain’t know thing, ya’ll know about the rings huh |
| Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat |
| Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that |
| See the paper stack |
| I’m not a hater dog |
| Ya’ll still crusin lands, I’m navagatin dog |
| Brooklyn tone |
| Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome |
| See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it |
| If it’s broke nigga we can let Tido fix it |
| I can’t stop, I won’t stop |
| Everything hot, first week out hit the top |
| Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive |
| For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes |
| We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters |
| P be Mr. Macoroni |
| The world slick lies and pretty Tony |
| If you never new know you know me |
| Thats why they wanna blow me |
| We eat caviar, shine like a movie star |
| Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are |