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Foxy Brown. Remix. Baby. Boss, I see you there!. I see you Mike! I see you Roy!. Keep your hands up nigga keep fightin. Baby. Mami, boss nigga, boss bitch. Boss whips with boss chips. Drive
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waiter Welcome to the Shark Bar, do you have reservations?. Foxy Yeah, two for Brown. waiter Right this way. man Reservations?. Foxy Ahahahah Foxy Baby. man Yo whattup?. Foxy We need to talk
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swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on. Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out. This ain't nuttin' new parked Benz on out And I flows like, CK One. Somethin' in they hoes like, she fakes none, aight. I'm
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Yeah, without a doubt, we up in here chillin'. This is the Kid Capri. And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown. For the nine-pound, plus one. And we got things goin' on, in a big way in here. You
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Featuring Dru Hill. Fox Ahh Trackmasters. My boo. Dru Dru Hill Foxy. Fox Right. Dru Ill na na na Na Na. Fox Na Na uhh that's the *. Verse One Foxy Brown. Playa haters ery minute wanna stop
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The* original from dj clue's "professional 2" didn't f/ young gavin intro. . - foxy brown Fox. so hot Ya. can't f k**wit me Fox. so hot Ya. can't f k**wit me Fox. so hot Ya. can't f k**wit me
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Foxy Brown. Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible * ever written. Hard spittin', cigar splittin'. Pray, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures. Critical bitch must
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got to have a J O B. If you wanna be with me I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick. With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, Swatch, whatever. As long as the Bezzy sit at least three TVs in everywhere. I
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emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb. Don't even know me, wanna * my friends?. Give me head, drive my Benz. Spendin' lately make me wanna * yo' friend. Smack yo' bitch
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. The Firm he represented would be right behind him The kid got his own Firm, tch. De canta mari con Cormega Mamaow. From the most lethal conglomerate on wax. Foxy Brown, AZ, Nas Escobar and now
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public. Benz, my cream material's iller than average. Lots of baggage, shoppin' savage and my. Fans, say that my album is close to a classic. They don't gas it, y'all gots to have it Shoes, got to be
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Featuring Dru Hill. Fox Ahh Trackmasters. My boo. Dru Dru Hill Foxy. Fox Right. Dru Ill na na na Na Na. Fox Na Na uhh that's the *. Verse One Foxy Brown. Playa haters ery minute wanna stop
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Bentleys. stoned, flossed on, me and Capone. Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh. Benz chrome, dominicano. Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon'. Tied to The Firm, die for The Firm. So
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Uhh, c'mon yeah. Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back. If I, Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop. Get caught, think not, light Brown. 'Cause we're not to be stopped. If I I came up fast in
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redo my whips. redo my chips this the bird man b**ch Chorus-Amerie Foxy Brown-. BK i throw it up. Free stay manoloed up. Cris air canary. All these niggas hear me. Lou Vittoun Lou Bratton. bring
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Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant. Some don *, Foxy, get ready to bomb *. Blink a eye, missed the comment. The calmest, its not a threat
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Foxy Brown speaking. The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?. The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?. When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh
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One time. Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I. Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung. Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na. Destination, plat' Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out. Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked
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One time. Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I. Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung. Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na. Destination, plat' Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out. Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked
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gangsta girl. Gangsta. . foxy brown. Still reppin the k gun in the waist. Hit by the neptunes. Throw in that bass. Yeah y'all niggas got a problem. This year. I'm focused man (holla) from my blue
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want this bitch). You think you fuckin' slick?. . foxy brown. Nigga * you, eat a fat boy. Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace. Ain't no smile on my face. *, burn up by the waist. *
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. Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?. You know how hood we sound, you know it's boogie brown. . Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out. Fb is ill, she'll wild out. But can y'all
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cared that industry notice. I don't care. . foxy brown. Don't give a fluck (*) niggas know I'm buck. Niggas know I'm reppin' they don't * wit' me. Bitches know I'm 7 go head get slick. Tick
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, uhh, uhh). Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown). A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only. hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom. Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right). Risked a
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ghetto superstars. Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas. Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches. I give a * about your intermureal status, mothafucka. You ain't nobody. We been doin' this, been doin' this
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foxy. Uh, uh, come on. Uh, uh, nana. Niggaz!. Yeah, you know about the na na. Everything laced up. Cartier swimwear bbs blazed up. Bare *, let me undress. Jump in my sheer *. Anything
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eyes, he turned and then, he said "Tonight baby. Oh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon. Gotta get you home with me tonight. Whatever you want me to do. Oh baby, do it for you baby. I need it in my life
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eyes, he turned and then, he said "Tonight baby. Oh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon. Gotta get you home with me tonight. Whatever you want me to do. Oh baby, do it for you baby. I need it in my life
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You know, Boogie Brown. How you expect me to love you?. Nigga I can't even trust you So he played you, right?. Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?. Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you
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You know, Boogie Brown. How you expect me to love you?. Nigga I can't even trust you So he played you, right?. Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?. Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you
