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FOXY BROWN lyrics : "No One's"

'Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams
'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis
Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G's ease

Crib in Belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech ^!$$%, art deco
In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh?

Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
bugs, on some ninety-six ill %#@!
^!$$%z used to rock Swatches and style 'member?

Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
in Havana, the Cabana, Copa
Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah

Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don
like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron
pure precon foot action Tone

like the Brax-ton, Fox ^!$$% get your smash on

[sung chorus]

No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way I do

Nobody, baby your best bet is me

It was the floss thang, for them ^!$$%z to thug walk thang

and for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang
Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess
Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest

Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
He's remind me, something like R. Kelly
Back in the days, maxes and cresses

Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes
Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
and from where I was holdin, before this

Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie

Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh
Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's


If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin crazy
^!$$%z, won't be haters, ballin, like briqueze
Presedential suites at Ramada, in Nevada

Cheese like Ricotta ^!$$%, bet I'm droppin
twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
The Cris have a ^!$$% trippin wet, uhhhh

Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48
Five on the plate, high stake, indo
Bet they went from Pujos to pushin Benz-o's

Dippin on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's
The sassiest, mahogany Brown
Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados

Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions
Yeah, now you ballin, please

Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin


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