Lyrics:
got something you can't live without, makes your
heart sing
Oh, it's just something about that woman
If you're in doubt, then you are missin' out
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
now I just love you that's all
I've got my mind made up baby
Ah there's no doubts, oh baby
That you're my foxy lady
Oh baby, you sure love to ball
now I just love you that's all
I've got my mind made up baby
Ah there's no doubts, oh baby
That you're my foxy lady
Oh baby, you sure love to ball
Cole like Jermaine (whispers Frosty), Frosty my pain (whispers Loki), Loki my name (whispers foxy), funny how Ban is too so, deadly da gang {auto tune,
[Will Smith]
Whoo!
What? What?
Can you feel me baby?
I can feel you
No doubt, known to make it happen
[Will Smith]
I see you wanna dance huh
With
mothafucker take your chances
[Rock]
So you're a Gambler, ain't your name ain't Trigga then don't risk it
In '97, Louieville will still pack the biscuit
While
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
dudes
Who lives by money from their parents man I swear
I got no doubt, I never doubt
You will never know my whereabout
I got no doubt, no no I got no
roughbreaks
I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
So life every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook:
They don't know
I just love you, that's all
Oh, I've got my mind made up, baby
There are no doubts, oh baby
That you're my foxy lady, foxy lady
Ooh, oh baby (Baby)
doubt it
You like to get it wet when I come around it
If you ever hurt me it's not on purpose
I know that you're not worth it but you're so perfect
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
punishment
And no one will forget it
Don't winch and whine, you're a glutton for your punishment
And no, no one will forget it
By hook or by crook
You did
the doors you shut so tight
But as long as you're away they open up to scare you soon, so
Keep an eye on all your toys, 'cause some don't look the same
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
already
Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey, y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin' ring
(I) Fuck
to be a star
Nowhere seemed to be too far
No more parties in Colonie
Please Darion no more parties in Colonie, uh
No more parties in Colonie
Please Darion
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist,
kicks flows
It was one of those days not much to do
So what I strut to the mall just to buy a thing or two
I met a wise guy playing the harmonica
By
that’s all
I’ve got my mind made up, baby
There’s no doubt oh, baby
That I’m your foxy lady
(Give it up sexy baby) Ooh baby
You sure love to ball, haha
your best
Wearing that same old shabby dress
So you stay at home, waiting by the phone
For another dem sweet lies (sweet lies)
The kind you doubt
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