Foxy Brown - Cruel Summer lyrics

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Foxy Brown - Cruel Summer lyrics

Foxy Brown: Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer With the visor twist back its the #1 stunner Back on the block with some sh** that the cops had banned I cease n***as like the Taliban 16 in. starelords in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas and the dappour Dan and gettin' fancy in the shallor from Delancy and only real New Yorkers will understand me Wit a good Mavado and a crisp pair of lotto Now my n***as up in omm at the bar holdin' bottles It's not for real, wit other n***as followin' Bet they try to see us, but they never gonne be us now, The love is gone and the foolin' is done And if they ain't about they money, bet them n***as gettin oned and, Take big poppa back to the slums Ain't nothin' far, show yu how to do this Hun.... Chorus: (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer Now your gone Foxy Brown: Uh...oh, here comes Foxx again And we knockin' b**hes out the box again Got the rap game all locked again Like the Ill Nana days, I'm still not afraid Dropped Chyna Doll, which y'all happened to love Then, Broken Silence put me back in the club Then I gave it some time, now i'm the one to come up Catch, The Fever this summer, i'm 'bout to run the summer Every rotation, every rotation 3,000 spins we about to win It's gonna be more hits, we'll see more stat A little, Dior this and Dior that They like, Foxx stay stylin' like she all that I never worry, I styles in Behrberry now Usually i'm on some grimmy sh**, but,... Let's take it bak to summer 96', come on... Chorus: (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer Now your gone Foxy Brown: (They like Foxx, OK) And now they tellin me, Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you We could keep this on the low lil' mama Now look hommie i'm out of your budget And, supportin' Foxx is not in your budget, Plus, Anything I want, ain't hard to have Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to BLAB Talk about they seen me trying to park the Naaav I don't even drive, I give them Cars to Gav, now.... (Cruel) cruel summer Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel (It's a cruel) cruel summer Now your gone....

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