Foxy Brown - Swag It Out lyrics

DJ (Cinema!) Gone baby swag it out (All My Little Harajuku Barbies Know That In Order To Step Your p**y Up It Means Keeping It Exclusive) Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out [Nicki Minaj:] Dear Tiara why these b**hes so mad now You know they went and put my flow up in the mad house Just left the court room, Yeah me and my cold-izlle We got them sniffles that'll make a n***a nose tickle Anyway I'm nice, you know my price I'm such a D girl Fish scale so they think I work at Sea World Now you the p**y cop cause I make this p**y pop If you throw some ice up on it you can have this p**y-pop Aw su-sukie ride him like my suzuki You know my coochie got him lookin' like pookie I'm such a divas, number one dick pleasers Nicki been hot since you was rockin Adi-didas Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out [Lil Kim:] My money up front, I don't do rain checks Money over n***as, that's what I call safe s** It's the Q-U-double E-N-B-double E Champagne bottles shake, Oh so bubbly And I'm always tryna come again Sorta like a nympho but only for the benjamins Young n***a got a sweet tooth for the kim again Say he like how it sweet like cinnamon Taste like candy (mmhmm) Under my vicky panties Got his a** sprung he want me to meet his family Can we just cruise for all the haters Sip Dom P and get high as a sky scraper Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out [Foxy Brown:] (Brooklyn!) I'm twice as real as any broad you can sign (Why dat?) I'm I'll lani ? , yal b**hes is lil maui ? I swear I'll hate her guts then turn and steal from her Catch you in the dirty and show you some real drama In silver hummers yeah daddy we real stunnas But ask me bout some work I could give you some I'll numbers In Brooklyn, and get gone down south and sell quick Another album, another million dollar b**h n***a!