Can U Feel Me Baby by Prettyboy and Foxy Brownالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
[Pretty Boy]
My peoples is watching you watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be
I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to ya face ya 'gon cop a plea
I know it but it's cool I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know that you an evil n****
'Cause I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you n****
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' 'forever', you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you got to kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 procent of my n****z think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
[Chorus:]
N****z I role with
N****z I stole with
N****z that hold s***
N****z that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?
(When you inside me Pretty)
Can I trust you baby?
(I never lie Pretty)
Plus you stay jiggy
(You keep me fly Pretty)
And I'ma treat you like my fifth on my side baby
And I'ma take you on some trips to the sky baby
And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)
[Foxy Brown]
If it ain't my dogs, I ain't f***in' with 'em
S***, b****es ain't my crew, I ain't f***in' with 'em
Think I trust ya'll? Caniving b****es, starvin' b****es
Always got ya eyes on my wrist-a** b****es
Think 'cause a b**** trapped, I won't layout b****es
Down with the 4 pound, and spray out b****es
Everything ain't rap, y'all some snake-a** b****es
I ain't playin' with all y'all hoes, O.K. y'all b****es
Sling back to the hood, got the game back
N****z front the bodede, they keep yellin': "Fox get ya name back, baby"
Brooklyn n****, bet I stash you, young chick
Ballers and tailors and knee patches
'Memba that? Quart of juices, 3 quarter bomb magoosters
Two finger rings, with ya 2 tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin'
When everybody was born, now ya'll hoes fallin'
And want to knock 'me for mines
[Chorus]
[Pretty Boy]
Uh, now I wonda: "Am I at my peak?"
Is it just a dream or are they really after me?
Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you
I'm kinda young, but my heart beats irregular
What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?
They tried to kill me, mixin' angeldust and hydro
My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in
And if it didn't n****, take ya time and think again
Uh...
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