Foxy Brown - Oh Yeah MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

(feat. spagga benz)

i'm the most critically acclaimed, rap b-tch in the game
coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
dark skinned, christian dior poster girl
mo' rockin timbs b-tch and the gucci loafers girl
n-gg-z say i'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
f-ck y'all thought? be dancin around in suits like i'm {diddy}
pretty, show n-gg-z how we run this city
respect my name, boogie n-gg-, stay in ya lane
like the hurricane, rains on b-tches like sugar shane
and dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention fox name
“what's beef?” beef is when b-tches think it's sweet
see y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you

check, uhh
it's like i'm in my own f-ckin world, i speak how i feel
sometimes i feel like i'm just too f-ckin real
i love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
i respect the rap game, but i don't f-ck with rap b-tches
i'm speakin from my heart
it's not that i'm too good, i'm just hood
been like this from the f-ckin start
since i bust my gun in ninety-six
y'all never see me flick up with them fake–ss chicks
b-tches smile up in your face, turn around and pop sh-t
you a industry b-tch, i'm a in the streets b-tch
i might breeze through prada, chloe or tiffs
but, other than that it's just me and my six

oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you

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 pours 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 n-gg-z 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
f-ck, y'all only nice around mics like pippen
sh-t, to all my thugs that's blood'n or crip'n
i'm still sh-ttin, still lowridin and switch-hittin n-gg-

oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you
oh yea, we coming for you