(Utada Hikaru)
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Mmm, Oooh, Oh
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(Foxy Brown)
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Yeah, Uh, Yeah
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Y'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that Rover
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Fresh pair of And 1's, Luis? Pull over
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Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh)
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If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookie
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You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets
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Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off
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They act shady, this nigga must be crazy
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My girls sell units like Michael in the 80's (ugh)
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(Utada Hikaru)Chorus
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What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but
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Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon
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Hold my breath, turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee, but
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Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too
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(Utada Hikaru)
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Cast your vote on me
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Say that's it for me
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Just place your bets on me
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Stop gettin' high off of jealousy,
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whether you are ready or not
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I'm comin' with all that I got (I got)
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Then while you decide, we are undefined
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My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free)
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And my mother says men besides stability (Oh, is it true?)
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My Instincts says I ought to keep you free
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But I told you this life exclusively (oh)
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[Repeat Chorus]
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(Utada Hikaru)
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Scared to show or tell
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Keep what you just felt
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The secrets to yourself
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I'm gettin' tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not
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The games you play hurt me a lot (a lot)
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When there's none to play, will you go or stay?
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My instincts says I ought to disagree
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When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)
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Nothing lasts forever, I agree
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But I wouldn't mind the possibility (Oh)
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[Repeat Chorus]
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(Foxy Brown)
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Live from BK, dippin' on the freeway (uh-huh)
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Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!)
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Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'em
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We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!)
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I numbs 'em like cocaine raw
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Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this fall
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Homes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
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Bet I, keeps it poppin', keeps they shoulders lockin'
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Lahdy-Dahdy in the party, nigga,
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Up ya yen, fuck you lockin' for a pen? I just came to bone
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Reputation ill, stay on chrome
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I'm like E.T. beotch, no phone home
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Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper
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Keep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vapors
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Foxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue
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2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch!
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[Repeat Chorus until fade]
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Blow My Whistle - duet w/Utada Hikaru
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| Foxy Brown |
