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van buren records – foxy brown lyrics

wait
i gotta get this monkey off my back
i put racks inside of the [?]
i got glocks inside, it’s tinted
n+ggas is actin’ like b+tches (what the f+ck?)
no sir, not me
me and luke, top 3

me [?], not 3, not 2, not me
f+ck what these n+ggas talkin’ bout
i ain’t really with [?]
‘lil n+gga we can box it out

i do not want to talk it out
where’s the body, i might chalk it out
bad b+tch look like foxy [?]
pull up with my glocky out

[?]
two shots i could knock you out
when we ride keep it (shhhh)
keep it low profile
big booty, hand full
let the money dance hoe
i don’t spend it on a hoe
shorty only get one chance
suckin’ d+ck with both hands
imma make the p+ssy rain dance
gotta watch the way you shake hands
i could spark it like a cavеman, you don’t say man
aye man, shi shi

aye man, [?] man
thank you, jesus
f+ck thе pastors, f+ck the preachers
[?] master, f+ck the leases
f+ck the crackers, they some leeches
f+ck these n+ggas, they some beeches
hit ’em where it hurt, give ’em stitches
i ain’t felt this way in a minute

aye, every since i got my [?]
[?]

f+ck a chick, b+tch i’m clocked in
we can shoot it out, i ain’t talkin’
my main b+tch, she talkin’ sh+t
i told the b+tch i’m from brockton
that cocaine got the kitchen smellin’
we got it poppin’, got it rockin’
got four corners, that’s four squares
i can get it off, i got it boxed in
[?] don’t got it
you n+ggas stupid, you soundin’ ridiculous
you ’bout as green as that sh+t in my wallet
[?] a pocket
you got that sh+t on but you cannot rock it

i’m in the studio [?]
if she my favorite, i buy her a bonnet
my b+tches are alien, i buy her a comet
i don’t care if i’m up, imma make me some ramen
vb in the booth and we spittin’ [?]
a family of blues in the city of brockton
i’m f+ckin’ bad b+tches, i’m like freaky [?]
a b+tch gave good head but she built like a lineman
i got a bad b+tch but she come from the islands

if she wanna fly, then see me tonight
i told that b+tch
“soon as you land we gon’ smoke on some cookie
get high like a kite”
i’m in my hood, it’s a wonderful night
i’m in your hood, it’s a h+ll of a fight
these n+ggas hate on me straight out of spite
i don’t sip dirty, ain’t none in my sprite
kickin’ that b+tch to the curb, she using the words i don’t like
[?] tight
[?] in the verge
i hop in the whip and i swervin’ when i took a right
f+ckin’ her good, got her [?]
give her good d+ck, that’s one h+ll of a date

run that b+tch up
run that b+tch up
run that b+tch up
run that b+tch up (aye, aye, aye)

me and [?] tag+team
bad b+tch look like nia
black [?] jeep
f+ck around get a key, though

[?] say you’re top 3
boy you better add me
better [?]
[?]
we ain’t south beach
i was goin’ for the head
if i’m goin’ eat, then i’m gon’ feast
now i’m flyer than a ‘muh
b+tches see me now, they be like “sheesh”
girl you know it cost a fee

f+ck [?] i be feelin’ like [?]
[?] no need to be snoopin’
vb be movin’, we kinda elusive
[?] dropped an exclusive
can’t understand when you in the stands
if it ain’t 30 bands, we ain’t gonna do it
n+ggas can’t tell me i’m more like a rubiks
shorty be movin’, i smack on her booty
b+tch [?]

hop in the b+tch go stupid
you cannot walk [?]
all the bad b+tches are done wit’ me
i was just runnin’ it up with the homies
this headshot to the [?]
this is that [?]
this is [?]
imma [?] slowly

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