Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - I Can't lyrics

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Foxy Brown - I Can`t 
[Intro] 
Uh, y`know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh 
How you expect me to love you, nigga 
Can`t even trust you, uh 
So he played you, right? 
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? 
Talkin` `bout he was gon` make you wife then make you right 
And the last you seen was his car break lights 
He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl 
Don`t get up off it `till he move you girl 
And let no playin` nigga rule your world and screw you girl 
I got `em hatin` me, I throws the pussy down, keep `em chasin` me 
Basically, nigga`s game a lie, so bet I game back 
And make the nigga` think that I came alive 
And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob 
That chain was hot, is he on or what? 
Nigga cop the broach in the double R 
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga 
[Total & Foxy] 
1 - (I ain`t fuckin` wit` you) 
I can`t rock with you no more 
(You and your bullshit) 
(How can I love you) 
(Can`t even trust you) 
(I ain`t fuckin` wit` you) 
I can`t rock with you no more 
(Cut the bullshit) 
(How can I love you 
(Can`t even trust you) 
I got `em mad at Fox, `fore I let a nigga just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks, even then 
All I do is get they asses high, then I ask them 
When was the last time you had some twat? 
Put `em right in his place, saw him right down 
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? 
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates 
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin` knock-kneed 
On the balcony while you knock me down 
Ya`ll wanna break me off without cakin` me off? 
Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y`alls 
The next nigga copin` me bags straight from Dior 
Prada shoes, that`s the bomb straight outta Milan 
And I`m about that money, no need to pretend 
Why don`t you holla at me when you ready to spend 
Repeat 1 
You got as much, you game`s y`all 
And I can spit it nigga, same as y`alls, same shoes, same cars
Ain`t like a chick ain`t bawlin` herself 
Can you give me mo`, then I`m holding myself 
I ain`t tryin` to trip on no dick 
I ain`t tryin` to have no cat laid up in my shit 
Had the next bitch layed up in my six? 
Gigglin`, dizzy as shit, is it sick? 
I`m what a nigga would love to have 
Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass 
Nice attitude, even though I`m ice bad 
He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out 
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas 
And I ain`t goin` front, I`m about my end, so 
Holla at me when you ready to spend 
Repeat 1 
Repeat 1 
[Total] 
I can`t rock you, no more 
Say it again, say it again 
I can`t rock you, no more 
Say it again, say it again 
say it again, say it again 
I can`t rock you, no more 
I can`t rock you, no more 
Say it again, say it again 
say it again, say it again 
I can`t rock with you no more 
Say it again, say it again 
I can`t rock with you no more 
Say it again, say it again 
I can`t rock with you no more.
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Violator Records, L.L.C.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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