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    "Fallin'" Lyrics

    Foxy Brown

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    [Young Gavin]
    Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy

    [Foxy]
    Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block
    Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick
    High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
    Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
    They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush
    In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama
    The number one stunna
    Slim, skin copper
    Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper
    You got a money fetish
    You wanna see me where your bed is?
    Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
    Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
    C. Dior, Chloe, suits
    Range Rover, Gucci shoes
    First class, flat class, Paris

    [Young Gavin]
    Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
    Lord take me if I'm fallin'
    I think I hear them callin' me
    Why the keep on callin' me?
    Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
    Lord take me if I'm fallin'
    I think I hear them callin' me
    Why the keep on callin' me?

    [Foxy]
    If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive
    Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde
    And today I'mma make this one promise to God
    Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood
    And I got chills when I signed my deal
    And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed
    It's only one other broad that really got skills
    She's alright, but she's not real
    Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time
    And I stays on tour like the circle line
    Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
    I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty
    Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot
    Fox, basically I'm the female Pac
    And it's like my life is a thesis
    Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish
    Y'all niggas don't get it
    And me I'm balling, the streets keep calling
    Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling

    [Young Gavin]
    Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
    Lord take me if I'm fallin'
    I think I hear them callin' me
    Why the keep on callin' me?
    Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
    Lord take me if I'm fallin'
    I think I hear them callin' me
    Why the keep on callin' me?

    [Foxy Brown]
    Before me there was many but none so hot
    They had no other choice but to run they spot
    Rock since 15 I was bound to ball
    Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
    See, Touch Me...platinum
    Ain't No...gold
    Total...500,000 sold
    Ill Nana...2.8
    The Firm...another mil
    Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same
    And anything we rap about you see us do
    Now we stay in demand like PS2
    Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
    Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Proda loafers
    Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range
    Pretty adn Reg got a lot of ass off my name now
    Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling
    Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling
    (Don't hate us)

    [CHORUS (2X)]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Manuel Cordova Juan, Inga Marchand.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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