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Текст (слова) песни: Foxy Brown - Hardcore



[nas escobar]

What?

That firm shit, that firm shit, whats that?

What?

That firm shit, that firm shit

Everyday ima polli bout, whos the best hotty out?

And will they ever let gotti out?

Am I real? feel free to try me out

Guaranteed eternally, you signin out

I only bang quarters, not a thing short of

Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter

Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her

Hoodrat just like thelma, james daughter

Killer put you on, got you laced in bucon

Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[foxy brown]

Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world

You know the whole drill, na na so ill

Make mills and escro, decimals

Cancoon, mexico, x-and-o

Bracelets got all, along with gold

Now its platinum rings, songs is sold

Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark

Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts

[nas escobar]

Head honcho, cat esco

Push everything from the coupe to the fo

Never love a ho, get my dick sucked

Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up

Pass all the kis to mami, whip it up

Fox get the bs, bonnie live it up

Chorus: (x2)

Your love, so good

You deserve some hardcore

[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

[foxy brown]

Firm, nigga what? get my twat licked

Never love a trick, get him for his chips

Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?

He actin like a bitch, he shouldve known this

Got the stone the wrist, I aint no bonin this

Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit

[nas escobar]

Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures

Cognac is that liquor

Got me all numbed out, now Im in the street with the guns out

Niggas better take me home, fore I dumbs out

Might fuck around, lay somethin down

Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit

We that click, runnin shit up in new yick

All the way down to hicktown, layin it down

[foxy brown]

Fox be the classiest, the sassiest

The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist

More of the shit to hold you with

Keep hatin ima fold your bitch

Shouldve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6

Doe full of ices, black isis

Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl

The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams

Take it from me, let a nigga dream

Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Chorus (x2)

[foxy brown]

Its about time I reverse that

Bitches learn game, rehearse that

It aint no love, ma remember that

Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back

Tryin to hurt that

[nas escobar]

Think youre grown, half the niggas sittin at home

Watchin the kids, while youre gettin it on

Im too smart for that, caught you creepin

Receipts in your prada bag, sweets every weekend

Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro

You aint slick enough, think I dont know

[foxy brown]

Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass

Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me

Did it on g-p, let you eat me

Couldnt freak me, Im better off with tv

[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Interlude:

Cant get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh

[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit

Chorus (x3)

Interlude to fade

 

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