[Intro]
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Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh
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How you expect me to love you, nigga
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Can't even trust you, uh
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So he played you, right?
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Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
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Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right
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And the last you seen was his car break lights
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He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl
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Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
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And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl
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I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me
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Basically, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back
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And make the nigga think that I came a lot
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And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob
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That chain was hot, is he on or what?
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Nigga cop the broach in the double R
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And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga
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[Total & Foxy]
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1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
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I can't rock with you no more
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(You and your bullshit)
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(How can I love you)
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(Can't even trust you)
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(I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
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I can't rock with you no more
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(Cut the bullshit)
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(How can I love you
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(Can't even trust you)
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I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box
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I gotta have some rocks, even then
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All I do is get they asses hot, then I ask them
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When was the last time you had some twat?
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Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
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Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
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By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
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Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
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"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed
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On the balcony while you knock me down
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Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
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Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls
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The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior
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Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan
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And I'm about that money, no need to pretend
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Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend
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Repeat 1
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You got as much, you game's y'all
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And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
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Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
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Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself
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I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick
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I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit
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Had the next bitch layed up in my six?
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Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?
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I'm what a nigga would love to have
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Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
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Nice attitude even though I might spaz
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He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
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Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out
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In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas
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And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so
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Holla at me when you ready to spend
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[Total]
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I can't rock you, no more
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Say it again, say it again
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I can't rock you, no more
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Say it again, say it again
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say it again, say it again
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I can't rock you, no more
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I can't rock you, no more
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Say it again, say it again
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say it again, say it again
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I can't rock with you no more
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Say it again, say it again
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I can't rock with you no more
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Say it again, say it again
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I can't rock with you no more
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I Can`t
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| Foxy Brown |
