Ain’t No Nigga

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Foxy Brown

Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand (born September 6, 1978), better known by her stage name Foxy Brown, is an American rapper known for her solo work as well as numerous collaborations with other artists and her brief stint as part of hip hop music group The Firm. Raised in Brooklyn, New York, her father Keith Stahler abandoned the family at a young age to pursue his career at ERAC records. Her albums include Ill Na Na in 1996, followed by Chyna Doll in 1999, and Broken Silence in 2001. She also performed on the 1997 self-titled album by the Firm, the only album to be released by that group to date. Throughout her career, Brown has held an extensive arrest record and served some time in jail. more »

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Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep your ass tight up in Versace
That's why you gotta watch your friends, you
Got to watch me, they connivin'
Shit, the first chance to crack the bank
They try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
My sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my afterlife
Laughin', my shit is tight, who you askin'
Right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can f*ck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh to death in Mo-schi no, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino
Fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroundin' your feet in Joan &
David and Charles Jourdan
I keep you dove, but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep
I've been sinnin' since you been playin'
With Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a player's game
In the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps them grinnin'
So I run way the f*ck up in 'em
And wrinkle they face like linen
I play hard until they say "God
He's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard"
Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip
Nigga, get a grip
What you don't see is what you get
Weapons concealed, what the f*ck y'all feel
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
Fox Brown (what the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can f*ck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)

Ha, ha, right, right
Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try but, love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep

What up
Boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes
Bank rolls and shit
Back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember the days you was dead broke
But now you style and I raised you
Basically made you
Into a don, flippin' weight, Her-on and shit
You know the pussy is all that
That's why I get baguettes
5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel
I'm ringin' bells
So who the player? I still keep
You in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay
Up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I f*ck the best and shit
Especially when I'm sippin' Baileys
Don't give a f*ck about how you
Move with them other mamis i push the Z
Eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks
Larger than life f*ck them Reebok broads
You made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in leathers
And bullshit Berettas
And E classes with Mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali with all
The flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens is up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me
Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry about them other chicks
'Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spendin' that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
Your commissary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island?
All them collects have me vexed
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off with
Half of them checks now we on the rise
Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip
Cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit
Fucks no, I see half of that dough
Made you into a star
Pushin' hundred-thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can f*ck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)

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