Number one baby
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Black Hand, Movado, gangsta
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Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin' voice
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Ayo
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See it's the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva
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Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva
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I'm in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open
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Back locking tossing petals off of Black Roses
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This is more gutta, this is more crack
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And I ain't change, I been the same bitch before rap
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The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat
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But my titties been crazy baby
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You ain't gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move back
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Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn't do that
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I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen
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Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'
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I took six years off, I let 'em have rap
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And y'all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then
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Put it back on the project bench
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And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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Makin' paper, money stashin'
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Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here
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Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here
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Bitch now the body sting round here
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Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near
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Bitch bust a shot and fiya
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Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya
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Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe
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On Flatbush and Empire
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Y'all rap bitches, I will ruin 'em
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My reps for the boostin' bitches with them bags full of aluminum
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One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them
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Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin' crew and them
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Can't forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
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Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them
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Y'all know Fox run the block bitches
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It's the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches, murdah
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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Makin' paper, money stashin'
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Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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We're makin' cheese, slowly with ease
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With small fuck these easily from the G?z
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The goons from the land of kings
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Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased
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You want promote the gangsta life and hustle
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Now my girls approach you and know boy can't bust with
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And now it's all fine and they all come sit
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We're not goin' nowhere, don't fuck with this
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Yes, Fox I'm back baby and I'm still with the hand still
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Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still
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Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
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I'm still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah
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Besides that I got my hearing back
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The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at
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Homie, my case is beat, I'm still spitting heat
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Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
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'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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Makin' paper, money stashin'
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Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
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We're On Fire
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| Foxy Brown |
