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Foxy Brown - I Can't
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[intro] Uh, yknow, uh, boogie brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Cant even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? Talkin bout he was gon make you wife then make you right And the last you seen was his car break lights He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl Dont get up off it till he move you girl And let no playin nigga rule your world and screw you girl I got em hatin me, I throws the pussy down, keep em chasin me Basically, niggas game a lie, so bet I game back And make the nigga think that I came alive And I change the plot, when we was at jacob That chain was hot, is he on or what? Nigga cop the broach in the double r And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga [total & foxy] 1 - (I aint fuckin wit you) I cant rock with you no more (you and your bullshit) (how can I love you) (cant even trust you) (I aint fuckin 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 box I gotta have some rocks, even then All I do is get they asses high, then I ask them When was the last time you had some twat? Put em right in his place, saw him right down Shake 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 plates Property of mohogany brown, standin knock-kneed On the balcony while you knock me down Yall wanna break me off without cakin me off? Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to yalls The next nigga copin me bags straight from dior Prada shoes, thats the bomb straight outta milan And Im about that money, no need to pretend Why dont you holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 You got as much, you games yall And I can spit it nigga, same as yalls, same shoes, same cars Aint like a chick aint bawlin herself Can you give me mo, then Im holding myself I aint tryin to trip on no dick I aint tryin to have no cat laid up in my shit Had the next bitch layed up in my six? Gigglin, dizzy as shit, is it sick? Im what a nigga would love to have Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass Nice attitude, even though Im ice bad He was still quite fast, you like the wife style Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas And I aint goin front, Im about my end, so Holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [total] I cant rock you, no more Say it again, say it again I cant rock you, no more Say it again, say it again Say it again, say it again I cant rock you, no more I cant rock you, no more Say it again, say it again Say it again, say it again I cant rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I cant rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I cant rock with you no more
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