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    Текст песни Firm, The - Firm All Stars

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    Pretty boy:

    Trackmasters
    A yo you see that a majortellin my flavor
    All types of paperI’m doin you a favor
    So blaze the treescome on baby please
    Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees
    Cause I stay in thesecoop rabie bees
    Jitty to the fiftyto the acg’s
    And when I’m lazy b
    Let the ac breezeexplain to my dames how the gamin be
    So what you trippin aboutin 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 outwith my dick in they mouth
    Then I’m kickin them out
    Cause you miss the quotecause 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

    Chrous(nas):
    We are the firm all stars
    Fuckin your bitch we don’t care who you are
    We don’t need no introductionour music steady bumpin
    From the crib to the club to your cars
    Come fuck with us

    Pretty boy:
    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

    Foxy brown:
    Uhhhhhhhhh
    I gets 7:30 for the door daddy
    Ain’t know thingy’all know about the rings huh
    Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat
    Anything you tryin ta bringbeen there done that
    See the paper stack
    I’m not a hater dog
    Ya’ll still crusin landsI’m navagatin dog
    Brooklyn tone
    Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a james bomd crome
    See this pretty facebut you wanna stick it
    If it’s broke nigga we can let tido fix it
    I can’t stopI won’t stop

    Pretty boy:
    Everything hotfirst week out hit the top
    Pretty boy relentlesscop 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 caviarshine like a movie star
    Firm click real thicknas tell em’ who we are

    Chorus(2x)
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