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foxy brown - why why why lyrics

hook 1: why, why, why, why? i’ma in love, i’ma love with this man. why, why, why, why? i’m in love, i’m in love…

1st verse: pimpin’! don’t you get enough p-ssy at home? tell me. what really make this n-gg- wan roam? how could he diss me wit tonya, keisha, tiffany, sharra, and lucy? all of these hoe groupies. i speak the truth. i never run my mouth loosely and like i told you this b-tch is a soldier. been f-ckin’ wit him since he drove the corrola. gave him the beamer, even bought him lucci marianas now. i switched him up. switch his whole wrist game up. you see i never shoulda f-ck’d wit this lame buck i. kept him fresh, kept his lil toe game up. now he wanna have this b-tch in my hummer truck? and if i catch him burn this c-cksucker sh-t up. like a. b-sset. oh! i gets so drastic. a woman scorn have you layin’ in the castic and still i cry. why oh why? no!

hook 2: why, why, why, why? i’ma in love. (is it keisha, tonya, or tiffany?)why, why, why, why? i’ma in love. (i caught him cold now that m-th-f-cka missing me). why, why, why, why? i’ma in love. (is it for alison, sandra, that you dissin’ me?). why, why, why, why? (you can “cry me a river” but its over n-gg-).

2nd verse: see i caught him creepin, all-star weekend. he ain’t bother to say bye so i headed for the highway! i does it my way. look what i see. it’s my man’s bentely parked in front of magic city. so i jumps on out, mink on back, gat on lap, silencer cause i know i might clap. f-ck the rap. i’m like “yeah b-tch i’m back”. cops around? i lay this whole f-ckin’ sh-t down! but i keeps my cool the last time i acted a fool they had ya girl front page of the news. hey! what up pimpin’? see you all down here slippin’, fake b-tch on yo side of ya hip. see i’m done with the lyin’ and sh-t, the cryin and sh-t. and if you was smart you’d be hot in this b-tch. i loved him more than myself. put three years in this sh-t. and still i cry. still i sing why oh why? oh!

3rd verse: this n-gg- done lost his mind. f-ckin’ wit fox. and he don’t know how many n-gg-s is dying to take his spot now. from brooklyn to kingston. beer tagger boi for this p-ssy! what the f-ck is he thining?! it’s such a shame i was f-ckin’ this lame. and how dare this c-cksucker try to discrace my name. whoa! i’m like doggie don’t press ya luck. come out the waist for this p-ssy but der kill ter f-ck! whoa! the pain and stress, it happens to the best. do ya’ll know how it feel to do your tour depressed? your fans seeing you stressed and faith went through it. halley and jennifer lo. we all go through and me lauryn talks and walks through on the phone like “f-ck what makes this n-gg-s do is it?”. is it groupie sharra, obie, or keisha? how the f-ck you disrespect me wit a b-tch that sales wreffer? no!

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