Ain't No Nigga Lyrics - Foxy Brown

I keep it fresher than the next bitch 

No need, for you to ever sweat the next bitch 

With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed, 

You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, 

You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver 

You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride 

And keep your ass tighter than Versace that's why 

You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me 

They conniving shit 

The first chance to crack the bank 

They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks 

And papayas, from the village to the tele 

Time to kill it on your belly no question 

I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence 

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot 

Met your death in less than 8 seconds 

Still poundin' in my after life 

Laugin' my shit is tight 

You who askin' right 

[Chorus] 

Ain't no nigga like the one I got 

No one can fuck you betta 

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot 

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers 

Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone 

Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha 

Tell the freaks to find a man of there own 

(man a they own, man a they own) 

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag 

Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks 

Got you a beeper to feel important 

Surrounding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan 

I keep ya dove but love 

You know these ho's be makin' me weak 

Y'all knows how it goes 'b and so I creep 

Ive been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken in 

You can't change a players game in the 9th inning 

The chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin' 

So I run way the fuck up in em 

And wrinkle the face like linnin' 

I play hard-eh till they say God 

He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard 

Lawd don't even trip 

I never slip, nigga what you don't see is whatcha get 

Weapons concealed what the fuck y'all feel 

When you nigga play sick we can all get ill 

Whats the deal 

[Chorus] 

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie 

Promise to stay monogamous, I try 

But love you know these ho's be makin' me weak 

Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep 

What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes 

Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs 

Mackin' this bitch, wife nigga 

So when you flip that coke 

Remember them days you was dead broke 

But now your style and I raised you 

Basically made you into a don 

Flippin' weight, heroin and shit 

You know my pussy is all that 

That's why I get bagets 5 carats and all that 

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells 

So who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators 

Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin' 

On how I fuck the best a shit 

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys 

Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis 

I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life 

Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was 

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters 

Before this rap shit 

When you was in letters and bullshit berattas 

And eek classes with mo in the glasses 

Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's 

Now all your mens' up in your benz's 

High post, I swear you be killin' me 

Playin' inside my pubic hairs 

I never worry bout them other chicks 

Cause you proved who was your wiz 

When you was spinnin' that bitch 

I took a little when you was up north 

Your commissary stay pilin' 

How you livin' large on the island 

All them collects have me vex 

But when you come home 

Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks 

Now we on the rise 

Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes 

Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit 

Fucks no, I see half the dough 

Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars