Foxy Brown - I Can't Lyrics
[intro]Uh, yknow, uh, boogie brown, uhHow you expect me to love you, niggaCant even trust you, uhSo he played you, right?Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?Talkin bout he was gon make you wife then make you rightAnd the last you seen was his car break lightsHe fooled you girl, ***** is power, let me school you girlDont get up off it till he move you girlAnd let no playin nigga rule your world and screw you girlI got em hatin me, I throws the ***** down, keep em chasin meBasically, niggas game a lie, so bet I game backAnd make the nigga think that I came aliveAnd I change the plot, when we was at jacobThat chain was hot, is he on or what?Nigga cop the broach in the double rAnd you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga[total & foxy]1 - (I aint *****in wit you)I cant rock with you no more(you and your bullshit)(how can I love you)(cant even trust you)(I aint *****in wit you)I cant rock with you no more(cut the bullshit)(how can I love you(cant even trust you)I got em mad at fox, fore I let a nigga just stab the boxI gotta have some rocks, even thenAll I do is get they asses high, then I ask themWhen was the last time you had some twat?Put em right in his place, saw him right downShake it right in his face, you like the waist?By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?Let me tell you what I need on those license platesProperty of mohogany brown, standin knock-kneedOn the balcony while you knock me downYall wanna break me off without cakin me off?Then expect the ***** to be faithfull to yallsThe next nigga copin me bags straight from diorPrada shoes, thats the bomb straight outta milanAnd Im about that money, no need to pretendWhy dont you holla at me when you ready to spendRepeat 1You got as much, you games yallAnd I can spit it nigga, same as yalls, same shoes, same carsAint like a chick aint bawlin herselfCan you give me mo, then Im holding myselfI aint tryin to trip on no dickI aint tryin to have no cat laid up in my shitHad the next ***** layed up in my six?Gigglin, dizzy as shit, is it sick?Im what a nigga would love to haveChick with her own, nice tits, nice assNice attitude, even though Im ice badHe was still quite fast, you like the wife styleCuz you know that I come out ready to dumb outIn house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggasAnd I aint goin front, Im about my end, soHolla at me when you ready to spendRepeat 1Repeat 1[total]I cant rock you, no moreSay it again, say it againI cant rock you, no moreSay it again, say it againSay it again, say it againI cant rock you, no moreI cant rock you, no moreSay it again, say it againSay it again, say it againI cant rock with you no moreSay it again, say it againI cant rock with you no moreSay it again, say it againI cant rock with you no more
