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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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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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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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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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Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell. Battle anybody I don't care if you tell. I excel, they all fell. Suited in' Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells C'mon, uhh, rock bells, I'll. The Firm, c'mon
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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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. 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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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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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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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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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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Christian or Gucci or Prada. Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter. Lose, you always will when you go against Foxy. Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me. Rise, 'til they kill me, I'm ballin' and
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I fall or fail who call the shots it's all real. Firm, get on your job, niggaz, what the deal. (repeat 1. 33X) Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her. Threw the heater, to the grill, it was
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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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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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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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Baby, baby tried to phone you, they said you were gone. Baby, baby please come home to me where you belong. Foxy, Foxy, you're all I have to hold. Don't leave me alone, out in the cold Baby, baby
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Song Foxy Foxy (Non LP Single) - Mott The Hoople. Baby Baby tried to phone you . they said you were gone. Baby Baby please come home . to me where you belong. Foxy Foxy . you're all I have to
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Baby Baby tried to phone you - they said you were gone. Baby Baby please come home to me where you belong. Foxy Foxy - you're all I have to hold. Don't leave me alone out in the cold. . Baby
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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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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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?. Don't you wanna ride. Educated horses? Foxy, foxy, what's it gonna be?. Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?. Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?. Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be? She who looks back and she
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*?. I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?". (Uh, huh). And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six. Or should
