Foxy Brown Lyrics
Foxy Brown Lyrics
"We Makin' It Lyrics"
Deadhead Lyrics
Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid Friends of the devil are dead like Sid I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead So don't stick aroun
Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid Friends of the devil are dead like Sid I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead So don't stick aroun
We Makin' It Lyrics
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Intro:
Yo, turn me up
Verse 1 [Foxy]:
What ya'll know bout bangin' out?/ Till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards/ Look, ya'll think we get this cash for?/ We gon' front till we die/ Throw that money in the sky homie/ I rock them Louis' ya'll know already/ But it's necessary I style in Burberry/ Yo
The Master Sleeps Lyrics
Wake the master Is all you survey Pictures down the well of my thoughts In settled dust they're hidden away Forced down the yellow pills then I stepped into the screen God were you sleeping so you couldn't hear their screams God were you sleeping, something feels so strange When I
ung Fox I run hip-hop/ Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/ Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/ I'm an ill bitch I styles like I'm supposed to/ Niggas in the pen gettin' right off my posters/ In the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and I don't know how to act nigga/ My groove is on my team is strong/ Hey yo Gav please bring them motherfuckin' horns inWake the master Is all you survey Pictures down the well of my thoughts In settled dust they're hidden away Forced down the yellow pills then I stepped into the screen God were you sleeping so you couldn't hear their screams God were you sleeping, something feels so strange When I
Chorus [Young Gavin]:
This is what we came to do/ Gettin' money playboy we ain't playin' wit' you/ Who the one that got the streets on lock/ Somebody better call the cops/ What we doin' huh?/ [Sung] We m
I Can't Forget (Leonard Cohen) Lyrics
I stumbled out of bed I got ready for the struggle I smoked a cigarette And I tightened up my gut I said this can't be me Must be my double And I can't forget And I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what I'm burning up the road I'm heading down to Phoenix
kin' it/ Fever hit/ Ya'll know it's Fox/ She keeps it hotI stumbled out of bed I got ready for the struggle I smoked a cigarette And I tightened up my gut I said this can't be me Must be my double And I can't forget And I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what I'm burning up the road I'm heading down to Phoenix
Verse 2 [Foxy]:
And I bring it to bitches for real/ Special delivery/ Five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid of me/ But I'm still here niggas/ I do this for Gav to keep them young boys runnin' through the ave/ Have the team lookin' good I be's in the hood/ Dubs on the wheels and Bs on the hood/ Pop 50 bottles/ halo to Hollywood/ I'm so gutter Acki sweat suit with the hood/ Might flip it on these bitches and throw on the Plein Sud/ Wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good/ Start our her label, she'll never be able/ Now I styles on niggas and I turn th
The Devil Lyrics
Stalking in the night Watching pale moonlight Waiting for you to fall Into the hands of the devil Sinister evil The devil with wicked horns To gore the just and maim to good And take you down into the pit of hell The devil Blackened is the blood That is beating thr
e tables/ Now meetings with Kev and Lyor at the round table/ In a three-quarter butter brown Sable/ Ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and I'm still on the grind/ Tryin' to appeal still beatin' Russell for milsStalking in the night Watching pale moonlight Waiting for you to fall Into the hands of the devil Sinister evil The devil with wicked horns To gore the just and maim to good And take you down into the pit of hell The devil Blackened is the blood That is beating thr
(Chorus [Young Gavin]
Verse 3 [Foxy]:
Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week/ And it's hard to eat in these Brooklyn streets/ The truth is you bitches only live in a booth/ I move big sixty deuce that's Prada goose nigga/ Throw our money out our prowler roof I'm about to tightin' the noose they talkin' loose/ Man, me and Gav in them Lacs, Tyson's bout to get them belts back/ Brooklyn's back nigga