Lil' Kim - No One Else Lyrics
Foxy brown:Brown nigga, uh, cromed out six and shitBubblin' layin' up with them colombiansOh ***** no, i get this doe, foxy brown mamaJig suits from gabbannaTrue, all a nigga who you callin'Bye bye we be flashin', sex lastin' all night long, it's strongThe mattress, ill na na, like benny honna stakesThe boogie like a fresh pair of snakesA talion, fox brown the don, loochie y'allStallin, sip crystalle on the cayman islandsUh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like ravanoTurn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to donFrom veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two l's be the bombThe four hotties, total and foxy, sip us some martinisBad girl of the year 96 we in gearChorus:I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh oohI don't need no oneI don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh ohLil' kim:Many people tell me my style is terrifficStupendous, tremendous, i bend just a little bit moreThan the average whore, cause i'm focusedI rock versace lamps and socersYou didn't know i like crack-adile boots and gator suitsThe biggest willies, got to fill me, huhI like the hot wheels, you got a fast carLike tracy chapman you can cruise with this rap starThe mink sporter, the heroin importer, i be that rich *****Stack banks by the chips, check itI spot hits like spud mackenzie, i'm leona hemsleyTaxes is gettin' axesIt's essential for the presidential, certified testicalsGet sprayed forty decibles, the king and iAll you need in this world, i'm a bad girlThe high pitch freak *****ChorusDa brat:Once again i'm all you need with the caramel skinFat lucious lickable lips in a jet black *****Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life completeCome take a journey with this funkdefied ***** that can't be beatOnce, twice, second time around for meThree times more than the lady you'd imagined it beI been, re-enstated, platinum plated and niggas hatedRelay it that i'm the shit, twelve lookes and a pitHot like a chilli pepper, flee for meYou got the blunt give it away to the b-r uh a-tAnd check my m3, think i know everything will p-i-sheAnd you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streetsI'm talkin mad money, keepin it realTo all the homies who been real to meIt would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocksCash, i got all his checks and stocks and bondsSippin on don
