| Foxy Brown lyrics
Fallin' lyrics
(feat. Young Gavin)
[Young Gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy
[Foxy]
Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush
In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper
You got a money fetish
You wanna see me where your bed is
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
C. Dior, clothing, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes
First class, flat class, Paris
[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me
[Foxy]
If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde
And today I'mma make this one promise to God
Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood
And I got chills when I signed my deal
And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time
And I stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty
Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically I'm the female Pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And me I'm balling, the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling
[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me
[Foxy Brown]
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 I was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, Touch Me...platinum
Ain't No...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill Nana...2.8
The Firm...another mil
Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like PS2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Proda loafers
Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range
Pretty adn Reg got a lot of ass off my name now
Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling
(Don't hate us)
[CHORUS (2X)]
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Oh Yeah lyrics
B.K. Anthem lyrics
The Letter lyrics
7:30 lyrics
Candy lyrics
Tables Will Turn lyrics
Hood Scriptures lyrics
Run Dem lyrics
'Bout My Paper lyrics
Run Yo Shit lyrics
Gangsta Boogie lyrics
I Don't Care lyrics
So Hot (Remix) lyrics
Saddest Day lyrics
Bout My Paper lyrics
Burning Down The House lyrics
La Familia lyrics
Big Bad Mamma lyrics
Na Na Be Like lyrics
It's Hard Being Wifee lyrics
Tramp lyrics
Baller Bitch lyrics
Can You Feel Me Baby lyrics
Ride (Down South) lyrics
4-5-6 lyrics
Bonnie Clyde Part II lyrics
I Can't lyrics
JOB lyrics
Dog A Fox lyrics
Hot Spot lyrics
My Life lyrics
Chyna Whyte lyrics
Outro lyrics
I'll Be lyrics
Fox Boogie lyrics
No One's lyrics
Ill Na Na lyrics
The Chase lyrics
If I... lyrics
Interlude... The Set Up lyrics
The Promise lyrics
Get Me Home lyrics
Foxy's Bells lyrics
Letter To The Firm (Holy Matrimony) lyrics
Intro... Chicken Coop lyrics
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