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[Foxy Brown] |
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Brown *****, uh, chromed out six and *****t |
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Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians |
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Oh ***** no, I get this doe, Fox Brown Mama |
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Jig suits from Gabbanna |
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True, balla ***** who you callin' |
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Papa we be fla*****n', sex lastin', all night long, it's strong |
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The mattress, Ill na na, like Benihana steaks |
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The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes |
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Italian, Fox Brown the don, Gucci on |
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Stylin, sip Crystal on the Cayman Islands |
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Uh, got gay *****s ready to switch, like Ravano |
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Turn that mob ***** to snitch, true player to don |
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From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, jew-els be the bomb |
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The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis |
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Bad girl of the year 96, Pam Grier, uh! |
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[Chorus:] |
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I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh |
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I don't need no one |
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I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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Many people tell me my style is terriffic |
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Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more |
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Than the average whore, cause I'm focused |
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I rock Versace lamps and saucers |
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You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits |
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The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh |
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I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car |
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Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star |
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The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich ***** |
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Stack banks by the chips, check it |
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I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley |
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Taxes is gettin' axes |
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It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals |
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Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I |
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All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl |
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The high pitch Queen ***** |
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[Chorus] |
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[Da Brat] |
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Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin |
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Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black ***** |
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Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete |
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Come take a journey with this funkdefied ***** that can't be beat |
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Once, twice, second time around for me |
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Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be |
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I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and *****s hated |
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Relay it that I'm the *****t, twelve lookes and a pit |
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Get hot like a chili pepper, flee for me |
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You got the blunt give it away to the B-R uh A-T |
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And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she |
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And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streets |
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I'm talkin mad money, acting funny with all the phonies |
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keepin it real with homies who been real with me |
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It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks |
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Cash, count all his cheques, invest stocks and bonds |
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Sippin on Don |