Brooklyn b#tch Lyrics – Foxy Brown
Singer: Foxy Brown
Title: Brooklyn b#tch
Skies, atlanta *laughs*
Yeah, brooklyn (uh)
Uh, brooklyn (mmm)
Eh eh eh, brooklyn (eh eh)
Eh eh eh, brooklyn
Brooklyn, where you be? (eh eh)
Brooklyn, where i be? (uh)
Brooklyn, where you be?
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper (uh)
Cooking 8, balls like tony draper
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my chicks getting franklins
f#ck n#gg#s, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops
Uh, tired of watching honeys watching my watch and
Watching these n#gg#s as they play in my crotch
They go top, like the cl coupe, i can’t drop
Pray i flop? did you pop? p#ss# pop, we go pop, uh
And that p#ss# have you speaking in tounges and
The backshot have you leaking your ones
Cop all the hot sh#t like the yellow rock sh#t
My hollow point tips will leave you jointless
Na na, y’all b#tches’ pointless
And y’all hoes’ broke, the f#ck your point is?
Is y’all mad cause my wrist stay laced up?
Thighs thick, brown skin, baby-faced up
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper (uh)
Cooking 8, balls like tony draper
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my chicks getting franklins
f#ck n#gg#s, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops
Highly respected hoe, i pushed the 4
Dot 6, y’all ships cruise the tropics
Minks and aks stashed in closets
f#ck the gossip, i makes deposits
Tote the magnum, leave a chick numb
Or a n#gg# too, put ’em in critical
Condition, kiss him with the fifth
He ain’t know chicks’ quick? so i left him stiff
No joke, what i tote make any b#tch broke
Wouldn’t wanna be you behind my gun smoke
Huh, watch your lungs choke
Slowly as i
Show these cats that i’m nice and sh#t
p#ss# tight as sh#t like a vise-grips
See?
Went from cracks to the money i stack
p#ss# got him mic time, he’ll never go back
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper (uh)
Cooking 8, balls like tony draper
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my hookers getting franklins
f#ck n#gg#s, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don’t stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops
Talks that gutter sh#t, “brooklyn, exactly”
That’s what i tell ’em when m#th*rf#ck*rs ask me
Where i’m from, what’s the origin
I’m from the place where them thugs and killers barge in
Your castle, shoot you in your adam’s apple
Get your safe, get your goods without no hassle
Love god, but still jokes to chapel
No fear, f#ck the judge and gavel
While some travel
On trips to maryl’
I bake cake, lay weight in the back of the alleys
From the place where harry met then raped sally
n#gg#s is b#stards
n#gg#s’ mothers never married
On micheal’s, they want fox to rock it
Money, skyrocket it, stones, i rock it
If it’s igloo cube’d up, i rock it
Range in the 4, summertime, i drop it
Stop it, if for a minute you think
Without the mink your dick gon’ sink
Up in me? n#gg# please, from where?
f#cking me for free? n#gg#, not here
I swear, y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs kill me, uh
Spittin’ lame #ss game, you feel me?
Talkin’ ’bout bill me? better pay upfront
Add fifty to stick me or none of this cum
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