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Song title:
Foxy Brown - Hot Spot
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Uh-huh uh, uhh Guess whos back! uhh Yeah, uhh, uhh Verse one: Aiyyo! rhyme or crime, lets get it on Mcs wanna eat me but its ramadan Peep whats on the arm, when its ice its ice When Im right, Im right, when youre wrong, youre wrong Im the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage dom Been this nice since umm, the first prince bomb Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass Haters said it wont last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I dont play, I watch them pockets Know yall niggaz go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You aint got dough, you cant go with the fox bitch Chorus: foxy brown You can catch me at the hot spot cause I fox, I plots At the bar yall, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho you right, you cant stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots At the bar yall, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho you right, you cant stop it This is our world, me and my girls Verse two: Yo! cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz Platinum heart in half hangin tween the two tit-ties Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of oj to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up eighth ave. The night is young, Im likin son Either he dont have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, Ill play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then i, skated it Chorus Verse three: You can catch me at the expo, jacob jav Knocking jigga out the navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? imagine that, its not the case Im _sittin on top of the world_ like brandy and mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six amgs with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac, phones front and back Coco, flow, niggaz is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so I got that new york, to the dirty south flow Whole album hot, even the outro This time around Im tryin to do about fo This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough And yall in the club I make em bounce Chorus Hot spot (pause), bar yall (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Hot spot (pause), bar yall (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause)
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