Foxy Brown:
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Brown nigga, uh, cromed out six and shit
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Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians
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Oh fuck no, I get this doe, Foxy Brown Mama
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Jig suits from Gabbanna
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True, all a nigga who you callin'
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Bye bye we be flashin', sex lastin' all night long, it's strong
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The mattress, ill na na, like Benny Honna stakes
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The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes
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A talion, Fox Brown the don, loochie y'all
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Stallin, sip crystalle on the Cayman Islands
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Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano
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Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don
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From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two L's be the bomb
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The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis
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Bad girl of the year 96 we in gear
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Chorus:
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I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh
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I don't need no one
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I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh
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Lil' Kim:
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Many people tell me my style is terriffic
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Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more
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Than the average whore, cause I'm focused
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I rock Versace lamps and socers
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You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits
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The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh
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I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car
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Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star
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The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich bitch
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Stack banks by the chips, check it
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I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley
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Taxes is gettin' axes
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It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals
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Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I
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All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl
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The high pitch freak bitch
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Chorus
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Da Brat:
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Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin
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Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black bitch
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Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete
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Come take a journey with this funkdefied bitch that can't be beat
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Once, twice, second time around for me
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Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be
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I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and niggas hated
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Relay it that I'm the shit, twelve lookes and a pit
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Hot like a chilli pepper, flee for me
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You got the blunt give it away to the B-R uh A-T
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And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she
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And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streets
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I'm talkin mad money, keepin it real
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to all the homies who been real to me
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It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks
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Cash, I got all his checks and stocks and bonds
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Sippin on don
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No One Else (Puff Daddy Remix)
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Lil' Kim |