Foxy Brown - Hot Spot Lyrics

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Uh-huh uh UHH

Guess who's back! Uhh

Yeah uhh uhh

Verse One:

Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime let's get it on

MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan

Peep what's on the arm when it's ice it's ice

When I'm right I'm right when you're wrong you're wrong

I'm the bomb records is platinum skin is bronze

Flows all night like vintage Dom

Been this nice since umm the first Prince bomb

Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass

Haters said it won't last know how many birds I flown past

Celly on roam full belly first class

And I don't play I watch them pockets

Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches

See you in the club no bub' nigga pop it

Then you wanna fuck give it up nigga not this

My coat is ostrich flow is the hottest

You ain't got dough you can't go with the Fox bitch

Chorus: Foxy Brown

You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox I plots

At the bar y'all all night I pops

Is it alright sho' you right you can't stop it

This is our world me and my girls

You can catch me at the hot spot I Fox I plots

At the bar y'all all night I pops

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:

Yo! Cats bustin out the six cash flushin out the niggaz

Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties

Scheme on your team lookin over graph pictures

Pick the finest then I put it on the minors

Love after the club meet me at the diner

So you can bring your boys we got ten cars behind us

Order a steak a glass of OJ to break-fast

Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave.

The night is young I'm likin son

Either he don't have one or his wife is dumb

His whole hand numb nigga iced his thumb

Pull up my tights some enticin him

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

Chorus

Verse Three:

You can catch me at the Expo' Jacob Jav

Knocking Jigga out the Navigator layin back I stay in that

Me fallin off? Imagine that it's not the case

I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase

You wanna buy me a drink nigga hand me a case

Big ballin bitch I want all of this shit

Six AMG's with the spoiler kit

Chromes from the fac' phones front and back

CoCo flow niggaz is wantin that

Out they vehicles niggaz is bumpin that

I heard you wanna stop Fox tell me how so

I got that New York to the Dirty South flow

Whole album hot even the outro

This time around I'm tryin to do about fo'

This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough

And y'all in the club I make em bounce

Chorus

Hot spot (pause) bar y'all (pause)

Alright (pause) our world (pause)

Hot spot (pause) bar y'all (pause)

Alright (pause) our world (pause)

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