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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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2018

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Whole lotta gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun
Ayy yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

Dame la coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on ’em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

Dame la coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the f*ck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, Galy wit' skully to the back
F*ck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
People said my cheque broke, back like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, f*ck
Nick, come f*ck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red boat
See dem bust one ? before we see them choke
Pussy wan' try I I I
Ya bloodclaat dis the morale of the day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip blue jip been hurtin' guys
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga talk

Dame la coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
And we, are gon' f*ck the di place and done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns
(Put your hands up)
Illest to ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a can't tell, dem fi fake vibes
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

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