Foxy Brown - Oh Yeah - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.05.2001

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Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse One] I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Moroccan Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggas say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy} Pretty, show niggas how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) [Verse Two] Check, uhh It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches I'm speakin from my heart It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it's just me and my six Repeat 1 [Verse Three] I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pose off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggas stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe When Fox come through she have a gun in the place I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga Repeat 1 - 2X
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