Foxy Brown - No One's Lyrics
member mossy, member the sweet dreamsmember the cocoa leaves, member sega gene-sisNow we live in love like genovese, stash twenty gs easeCrib in belize please, forever cheeseCrib all fresh high-tech nigga, art decoIn the villa room, sippin demi sec, ohh?Seperate the classiest from the nastiestBugs, on some ninety-six ill shitNiggaz used to rock swatches and style member?Now they bezle on the rolexes chips like decemberIn havana, the cabana, copaNow fox is flippin more chips than oprahLizard skin sofa, ice flooded donLike imelda marcos, the donness, I be the peronPure precon foot action toneLike the brax-ton, fox nigga get your smash on*sung chorus*No ones gonna love you, the way I doNobody, I can love you betterNo ones gonna love you, the way I doNobody, baby your best bet is meIt was the floss thang, for them niggaz to thug walk thangAnd for the chips, reebokses and new york thangSmall thang, and to the hottest, goddessCaramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardestHeartless, it was cool to shoot skullyHes remind me, something like r. kellyBack in the days, maxes and cressesNow its 6s with chrome rellies, and bbsesUndress this, no deal, no skills off thisAnd from where I was holdin, before thisBad chick before all this, peep the wrist actionFendi sell ices around the bezelleNo sale, suited up in bendel, boogieOh well, could tell, I floss well, uhhPeep the hustle, steamed shrimps and musselsLampin, in the hamptons, quarter mile from russells*chorus*If we was all don like demarco, runnin crazyNiggaz, wont be haters, ballin, like briquezePresedential suites at ramada, in nevadaCheese like ricotta nigga, bet Im droppinTwenty gs on roulette, playa, what you bet?The cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhhSeven figs on a bet, 84 be 48Five on the plate, high stake, indoBet they went from pujos to pushin benz-osDippin on a van whip with the dipped lorenzosThe sassiest, mahogany brownSwitch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movadosPeep the mix like mulatto, feel onTryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ionsYeah, now you ballin, pleaseYour stash wasnt swollen till my dough started rollin*chorus*
