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    Foxy Brown / Lyrics

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    "Hood Scriptures" Lyrics

    Foxy Brown

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    HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written
    Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
    PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures
    Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her
    RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me
    The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me
    HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status
    Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see
    FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it
    I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
    GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma
    Ill Na Na, real drama, see I
    BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots
    I straight spaz it and let y'all have it
    BLOAW!

    Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

    [Foxy Brown]
    SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin'
    Always bussin', flows is disgustin'
    WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits
    Fox the richest, please no pictures
    ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'
    We out wildin', shout to the island!
    DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
    It's so over, keep y'all composure
    STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us
    Don't debate us, flow's not contagious
    FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us
    Buenos noches, do not approach us
    FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished
    Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace!
    BLOAW!

    Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

    [Foxy Brown]
    KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up
    Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor
    WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget
    I always thug it hood for the public
    BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average
    Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my
    FANS, say that my album is close to a classic
    They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it
    SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada
    Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter
    LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy
    Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me
    RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending
    Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now!
    BLOAW!

    Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Manuel Cordova Juan, Franklin Crum, Inga Marchand.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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