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We're On Fire Lyrics

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Foxy Brown : We're On Fire Lyrics

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(Foxy Brown)
No. 1 Baby
Blackhand, Movado
Gangsta
I gotta do this with my stylin’ voice
Ayo

(First Verse) - (Foxy Brown)
See its 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 loc’ing tossing petals off of Black Roses/
This is mo 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/

(Chorus) - (Movado)
We’re On Fire, We ain’t stoppin’/
Cuz 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’/
Cuz I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/
Makin’ paper, Money stashin’/
Since I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/

(Verse 2) - (Foxy Brown)
So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal bout here/
Drips out tha 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 Grafh 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 bloodclaut bitches (murdah)/

(Chorus) - (Movado)
We’re On Fire, We ain’t stoppin’/
Cuz 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’/
Cuz I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/
Makin’ paper, Money stashin’/
Since I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/

(Verse 3) - (Movado)
We’re makin’ cheese, Slowly with ease/
With small fuck these easily from the G’z/
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 wit/
And now it’s all fine and they all come sit/
We’re not goin’ nowhere, don’t fuck with this/
(Foxy Brown)
(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/

(Chorus) - (Movado)
We’re On Fire, We ain’t stoppin’/
Cuz 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’/
Cuz I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/
Makin’ paper, Money stashin’/
Since I really really wanna know what’s happenin’/