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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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Number one baby
Black Hand, Movado, gangsta Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin? voice Ayo See it's the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva I?m in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open Back loc?ing tossing petals off of Black Roses This is more gutta, this is more crack And I ain?t change, I been the same bitch before rap The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat But my titties been crazy baby You ain?t gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move back Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn?t do that I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin' I took six years off, I let 'em have rap And y?all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then Put it back on the project bench And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here Bitch now the body sting round here Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near Bitch bust a shot and fiya Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin? out the Bentley coupe On Flatbush and Empire Y?all rap bitches, I will ruin ?em My reps for the boostin? bitches with them bags full of aluminum One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin? crew and them Can?t forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them Y?all know Fox run the block bitches It?s the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches, murdah We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re makin? cheese, slowly with ease With small fuck these easily from the G?z The goons from the land of kings Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased You want promote the gangsta life and hustle Now my girls approach you and know boy can?t bust with And now it?s all fine and they all come sit We?re not goin? nowhere, don?t fuck with this Yes, Fox I?m back baby and I?m still with the hand still Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still I?m still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah Besides that I got my hearing back The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at Homie, my case is beat, I?m still spitting heat Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? |
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| 3:09 |
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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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[INTRO:] Ill nana Yeah, whoa whoa Black king, whoa B.k, whoa whoa 1, 2, 3, 4 I'm good, buckle up Cause you know we about to go Take a trip to a place Somewhere like outer space Don’t be scared I’m the captain anything can happen to ya boy But I won’t hurt cha boy. [VERSE 1:] My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Do the fuckin thing like a porno star Me and my girls real hard in the Bentley Arnage In a whife line skirt and chinchilla fur My bitch Tiff keep a bottle of Cris In a glass top six and that’s my bitch F double O. X. B. double O. G. I. E My na na na tastes like Jamaican kiki Ain’t a bitch freaky like me When the lights go out I’mma show you what I’m 'bout Matter fact playboy open you mouth (come here) Lemme take you on a tour down south. [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what you're all about. Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, Main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster [VERSE 2:] I only met one nigga that deserved it And he a gangsta so he worth it I make them pretty boys nervous Ya’ll already know who this is The bitch that will throw it back vicious I like it rough I ain’t them other rap bitches I throw it up in mad positions From the bathroom to the kitchen On the table fuck the dishes They fall to the floor While I give you the business See I’m so flexible, I’ll stretch and pull that ass up real properly Can't with the ill na na Can't with the ill na na Can't with the ill na na 1, 2, 3, 4 [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what you're all all about Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, Main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster [VERSE 2:] The boy can’t handle the na na Let him put one hand on the na na Then I’ll let him get a sniff of the na na The boy came too quick for the na na Then I’ll let him get a lick of the na na Blood Claat boy get stiff for the na na See my pun-pun print through the pallets Something like the black medallion bein worth it. [BRIDGE:] Boy relax your mind it will be alright Just hold and open your eyes 'Til Lights go out cause imma light up your life So what you gonna do. [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out I want cha (I want cha) to show me (to show me) what you're all about Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster |
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| 4:12 |
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| 7. |
| 2:54 |
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| 4:30 |
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Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years See I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up How can y'all judge my life, like I ain't have struggles Sometimes I feel like I live inside a f**kin' bubble I work hard for mines, baby, I'm a thoroughbred And I don't care what channel 5 and the haters said I will not cower, I will not conform I've been through this rap shit too long And everybody wanna know 'bout Fox Bet I'm the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop And please don't shed me no tears, I need y'all prayers Feds on my back, tryna' give me five years And my P.O. stay tryna' violate me So I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleamin' And my whip is sick, my six is mean Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean I'm every black girl's dream Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen I spaz if you tempt me Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris & Lindsay Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Allow me to tear it all down You gotta get the f**k back up if you fall down Can't stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown And I swear with every tear that I cry - I'm here now Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down This is not Fox that's speakin - there's no more Brown Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down Hold up - Let me take the platinum plaques all down Let me take off my jewelry, the ring by my middle finger Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga I cry real tears - cause I'm a real person Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul And see I'm just a little insecure I'm just like y'all - but I probably hurt more After thirteen years I feel I deserve more And I single handedly changed the whole rap game Bust a shot when y'all mention my name - Blockaaa, Brown Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that It's 2007 - what the f**k you call that? Yeah they jumped me - I had five bitches on my back And I emerged unscathed without a mothaf**kin' scratch About an hour later, got all my shit back Every mothaf**kin' piece - bitch, I AM the streets I'm Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete? Home of the crooks, and - step in any hood in Brooklyn Bet you'll still see my Louboutin footprints |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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| 12. |
| 3:49 |
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| 13. |
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| 15. |
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