Firm All Stars The Firm (Ft. Pretty Boy)

[Intro: Pretty Boy]
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[Verse 1: Pretty Boy]
A-yo, you see that I'm major, tellin' my flavor
All types of paper, I'm doin' you a favor
So blaze the trees, come on, baby, please
Yo, to lay wit' these, girls pay the fees
'Cause I stay in these Coupé ray BB's
Jiddy to the fiddy, to the ACG's
And when I'm lazy, B, let the AC breeze
Explain to my dames how the gamin' be
So what they trickin' about?
In the club, I be kickin' 'em out
Get 'em home, then I'm twistin' 'em out
If I still keep it real, I be friskin' 'em out
Put my dick in they mouth, then I'm kickin' 'em out
'Cause you missed the quote
'Cause even if this kid was broke
On you I wouldn't trick, but know!
Have me high at first like I sniffed some coke
But now you gotta go, don't forget your coat, uh!

[Hook: Nas & Pretty Boy]
We are The Firm All Stars! (We are The Firm All Stars!)
Fuckin' yo' bitch, we don't care who you are! (We don't care..)
We don't need no introduction, our music's steady bumpin' (Uh-huh)
From yo' crib, to the club, to yo' cars
Come fuck wit' us!