*featuring Spagga Benz
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I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
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Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
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Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
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Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
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Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
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Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
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Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
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Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
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Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
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And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
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"What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
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See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Check, uhh
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It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
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Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real
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I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
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I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches
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I'm speakin from my heart
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It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
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Been like this from the fuckin start
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Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
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Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
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Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
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You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch
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I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
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But, other than that it's just me and my six
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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I dream filthy
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My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
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Uhh, proper set off
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Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
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Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
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Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
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Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
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Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
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Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
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Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
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And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
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When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
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I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
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Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
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Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
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Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
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I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh yea, We coming for you
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Oh Yeah
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| Foxy Brown |
