| Uh-huh uh, UHH
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| Guess who’s back! |
| Uhh
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| Yeah, uhh, uhh
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| Verse One:
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| Aiyyo! |
| Rhyme or crime, let’s get it on MC’s wanna eat me but it’s Ramadan
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| Peep what’s on the arm, when it’s ice it’s ice
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| When I’m right, I’m right, when you’re wrong, you’re wrong
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| I’m the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
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| Flows all night like vintage Dom
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| Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb
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| Before The Artist Was Known As wit my grown ass
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| Haters said it won’t last, know how many birds I flown past
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| Celly on roam, full belly, first class
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| And I don’t play, I watch them pockets
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| Know y’all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
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| See you in the club, no bub’nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
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| My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
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| You ain’t got dough, you can’t go with the Fox bitch
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| Chorus: Foxy Brown
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| You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots
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| at the bar y’all, all night, I pops
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| Is it alright, sho’you right, you can’t stop it This is our world, me and my girls
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| You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots
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| at the bar y’all, all night, I pops
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| Is it alright, sho’you right, you can’t stop it This is our world, me and my girls
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| Verse Two:
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| Yo! |
| Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz
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| Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties
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| Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures
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| Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
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| Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
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| So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast
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| Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave.
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| The night is young, I’m likin son
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| Either he don’t have one, or his wife is dumb
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| His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
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| Pull up my tights some, enticin him
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| You can handle the work, I’ll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it Verse Three:
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| You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
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| Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that
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| Me fallin off? |
| Imagine that, it’s not the case
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| I’m _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase
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| You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
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| Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit
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| Six AMG’s with the spoiler kit
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| Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
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| CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that
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| Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that
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| I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow
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| Whole album hot, even the outro
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| This time around I’m tryin to do about fo'
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| This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
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| And y’all in the club I make em bounce
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| Hot spot (pause), bar y’all (pause)
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| Alright (pause), our world (pause)
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| Hot spot (pause), bar y’all (pause)
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| Alright (pause), our world (pause) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Spot, artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп