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[nas

That firm shit, that firm shit, what's

That firm shit, that firm

Everyday i'ma polli bout, who's the hotty out?
And will ever let gotti out?
Am I feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you out
I only bang quarters, not a short of
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game her
just like thelma, james' daughter
Killer put you on, got you in bucon
stone, where the place you call home?

[foxy
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the
You the whole drill, na na so ill
Make and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico,
got all, along with gold
Now it's rings, songs is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

[nas
honcho, cat esco
Push everything the coupe to the fo'
Never a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the b's, bonnie it up

(x2)

Your love, so
You deserve some
[nas] that firm shit, that shit

brown]
Firm, nigga get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, figures
is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street the guns out
Niggas take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin
Wit mad out here to see that shit
We click, runnin shit up in new yick
All the way to hicktown, layin it down

[foxy
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, me moselle crist
More of the to hold you with
Keep hatin i'ma fold your
Should've known to control that chick, mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it from me, let a nigga
Make em lick that, get the cat for his

(x2)

[foxy
It's about time I that
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It ain't no love, ma that
Ya wanna slap while I got him on his back
Tryin to that

escobar]
Think you're grown, half the niggas at home
Watchin the kids, you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin
Receipts in your prada bag, sweets weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I know

[foxy
ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a like me
Did it on g-p, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm off with tv
[nas] that firm shit, firm shit

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh
[nas] firm shit, that firm shit

(x3)

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