Foxy (talk):
Ya know? Unnhh.. Boogie Brown, uh-huh, unh. How you expect for me to love you,
when I can't even trust you?
Foxy Brown (Verse One):
So he played you right? Shot a little game and he blazed you right? Talkin' 'bout he was
gon' make you wife, then make you right. And the last thing you seen, was the car-break
lights. He fooled you girl. Pussy is power, let me school you girl. Don't get up off it till he
move you girl. And let no plain nigga rule your world, and screw you girl. I got 'em hatin'
me. Throw some pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me. Basically. Niggas game a lot, so bet
I game back, and make the nigga think that I came a lot. And I changed the plot, when we
was at Jacob's, that chain was HOT! Is you on or what? Nigga cop the broach, and double
R, and you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga.
Total & Foxy Brown (chorus):
I ain't fuckin' with you. I can't rock with (you want some bullshit) you no more. How can
I love you? Can't even trust you. I ain't fuckin' with you. I can't rock with (you want some
bull..) you no more. How can I love you? Can't even trust you..
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
I got 'em mad at Fox. 'Fore I let a nigga just stab the box, I got to have some rocks, even
then, all I do is get they asses hot. Then I ask 'em, "When's the last time you had some twat?"
Put him right in his place, slow 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 Mahogany Brown, standin' knock-kneed, on the balcony while you're
knockin' me down. Y'all wanna break me off without cakin' me off, then expect this bitch
to be faithfully yours? The next nigga coppin' me bags straight from DR, Prada shoes that's
the bomb, straight out of Milan. And I'm about that money, no need to pretend. Why don't you
holler at me when you ready to spend?
Chorus
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
I got as much game as y'all, and I can spit it nigga. Same as y'all. Same jewels, same cars.
Ain't like a chick ain't ballin' herself, can you give me more then I'm holdin' myself?
I ain't tryin' to trick on no dick, I ain't tryin' to have no cat layed up in my shit. Have the next
bitch layed up in my six, gigglin, dizzy as shit, is he sick? I'm what a nigga would love to
have. A chick with her own nice tits, nice ass, nice attitude, even though I might spaz.
Even still quite fast, you like the light half. 'Cause you know that I come out, ready to dumb
out, in house shoes, slippers, put it down for my nigga. And I ain't gon' front, I'm about my
ends so, holler at me when you ready to spend.
Chorus
Bridge (Total):
I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
Chorus until Fade
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