Oh Yeah (Explicit)

Oh Yeah (Explicit) - Foxy Brown/Spragga Benz

I'm the most critically acclaimed rap b**ch in the game

Coast to coast stash the gat in holster girl

Dark skinned Christian Dior poster girl

Mo' rockin Timbs b**ch and the Gucci loafers girl

Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty

F**k y'all thought Be dancin around in suits like I'm Diddy

Pretty show niggaz how we run this city

Respect my name Boogie ni**a stay in ya lane

Like The Hurricane rains on b**ches like Sugar Shane

And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name

"What's Beef " Beef is when b**ches think it's sweet

See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

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Oh yea We coming for you

Check uhh

It's like I'm in my own f**kin world I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too f**kin real

I love to stack riches no disrespect y'all

I respect the rap game but I don't f**k with rap b**ches

I'm speakin from my heart

It's not that I'm too good I'm just hood

Been like this from the f**kin start

Since I bust my gun in ninety-six

Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-a** chicks

B**ches smile up in your face turn around and pop sh*t

You a industry b**ch I'm a in the streets b**ch

I might breeze through Prada Chloe or Tiffs

But other than that it's just me and my six

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

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I dream filthy

My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey

Uhh proper set off

Six sped off gats let off I speak calm

Gangsta and pours off like Screechie Don bwoy

Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox

Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella

Cartier wrist wear Pasha Kay face

Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste

Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist

And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe

When Fox come through she have a gun in the place

I'm like Marion Jones what who the FLUCK wan' race

Listen never trippin never catch Brown slippin

F**k y'all only nice around mics like Pippen

Sh*t to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n

I'm still shittin still lowridin and switch-hittin ni**a

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you

Oh yea We coming for you