| Number one, baby
|
| Black Hand
|
| Movado
|
| Gangsta
|
| Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin' voice
|
| Ayo
|
| See it’s the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva
|
| Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva
|
| I’m in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open
|
| Back locking tossing petals off of Black Roses
|
| This is more gutta, this is more crack
|
| And I ain’t change, I been the same bitch before rap
|
| The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat
|
| But my titties been crazy, baby
|
| You ain’t gotta ask who back, you soft bitch, move back
|
| Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn’t do that
|
| I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen
|
| Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'
|
| I took six years off, I let 'em have rap
|
| And y’all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then
|
| Put it back on the project bench
|
| And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| Makin' paper, money stashin'
|
| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| So wanna bloodclaat this man, bad gal 'bout here
|
| Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here
|
| Bitch now the body sting round here
|
| Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near
|
| Bitch bust a shot and fiya
|
| Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya
|
| Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin? |
| out the Bentley coupe
|
| On Flatbush and Empire
|
| Y’all rap bitches, I will ruin 'em
|
| My reps for the boostin', bitches with them bags full of aluminum
|
| One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them
|
| Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin' crew and them
|
| Can’t forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
|
| Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them
|
| Y’all know Fox run the block bitches
|
| It’s the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaat bitches, murda
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| Makin' paper, money stashin'
|
| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| We’re makin' cheese, slowly with ease
|
| With small fuck these easily from the G’s
|
| The goons from the land of kings
|
| Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased
|
| You want promote the gangsta life and hustle
|
| Now my girls approach you and know boy can’t bust with
|
| And now it’s all fine and they all come sit
|
| We’re not goin' nowhere, don’t fuck with this
|
| Yes, Fox I’m back baby and I’m still with the hand still
|
| Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still
|
| Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
|
| I’m still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah
|
| Besides that I got my hearing back
|
| The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at
|
| Homie, my case is beat, I’m still spitting heat
|
| Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
|
| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
|
| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
|
| Makin' paper, money stashin'
|
| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We're On Fire , by - Foxy Brown. Song from the album Brooklyn's Don Diva, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп