Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We're On Fire, artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Brooklyn's Don Diva, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
We're On Fire |
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' |