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letra de no one else - lil' kim

foxy brown:

brown n-gg-, uh, cromed out six and sh-t
bubblin’ layin’ up with them colombians
oh f-ck no, i get this doe, foxy brown mama
jig suits from gabbanna
true, all a n-gg- who you callin’
bye bye we be flashin’, s-x lastin’ all night long, it’s strong
the mattress, ill na na, like benny honna stakes
the boogie like a fresh pair of snakes
a talion, fox brown the don, loochie y’all
stallin, sip crystalle on the cayman islands
uh, got gay n-gg-s ready to switch, like ravano
turn that mob n-gg- to snitch, true player to don
from veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two l’s be the bomb
the four hotties, total and foxy, sip us some martinis
bad girl of the year 96 we in gear

chorus:
i don’t need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh
i don’t need no one
i don’t need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh

lil’ kim:

many people tell me my style is terriffic
stupendous, tremendous, i bend just a little bit more
than the average wh-r-, cause i’m focused
i rock versace lamps and socers
you didn’t know i like crack-adile boots and gator suits
the biggest w-ll–s, got to fill me, huh
i like the hot wheels, you got a fast car
like tracy chapman you can cruise with this rap star
the mink sporter, the heroin importer, i be that rich b-tch
stack banks by the chips, check it
i spot hits like spud mackenzie, i’m leona hemsley
taxes is gettin’ axes
it’s essential for the presidential, certified t-st-c-ls
get sprayed forty decibles, the king and i
all you need in this world, i’m a bad girl
the high pitch freak b-tch

chorus

da brat:

once again i’m all you need with the caramel skin
fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black b-tch
stackin’ ends fulfillin’ dreams makin’ life complete
come take a journey with this funkdefied b-tch that can’t be beat
once, twice, second time around for me
three times more than the lady you’d imagined it be
i been, re-enstated, platinum plated and n-gg-s hated
relay it that i’m the sh-t, twelve lookes and a pit
hot like a chilli pepper, flee for me
you got the blunt give it away to the b-r uh a-t
and check my m3, think i know everything will p-i-she
and you can’t keep up with this heffer from the west side streets
i’m talkin mad money, keepin it real
to all the homies who been real to me
it would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks
cash, i got all his checks and stocks and bonds
sippin on don

- lil kim

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