| Blow My Whistle Utada Hikaru ft Foxy Brown |
| FB: Yeah, uh, yeah Y'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that Rover Fresh pair of And 1s, Louis pullover Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh huh) If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookie You know how Fox drop it, dig it up in they pockets Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off They act shady, this nigga must be crazy My girls sell units like Michael in the 80s (ugh) UH: What am I suppose to do, I don't wanna be your referee but Anytime tonight I'm gonna blow my whistle soon Hold my breath, turn blue 'till it's time to be your referee, but Later on tonight I'll let you blow my whistle too Cast your vote on me Say that's it for me Just place your bets on me Stop gettin' high off of jealousy Whether you are ready or not I'm comin' with all that I got (got) Then while you decide, we are undefined My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free) And my mother says men dislike stability (Oh, is it true?) My instincts says I ought to keep you free But I told you this life exclusively (oh) (Chorus repeat) Scared to show or tell Keep what you just felt A secret to yourself I'm getting tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not The games you play they hurt me a lot When there's none to play, will you go or stay? My instincts says I ought to disagree (I wanna keep you free) When my mother says men will leave eventually (Oh, is it true?) Nothing lasts forever, I agree But I wouldn't mind the possibility (oh) (Chorus repeat) FB: Live from BK, dippin' on the freeway (Uh, huh) Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Ow!) Bunch of loose goons, keep the muzzle on 'em We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!) I numb 'em like cocaine raw Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this fall Homes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own Bet I, keeps it poppin', keeps they shoulders lockin' La-Di-Da-Di in the party, nigga, Up ya yen, fuck you lockin' for a pen? I just came to bone, Reputation ill, stay on chrome I'm like ET beotch, no phone Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper Keep it low, bubbles flow, niggaz, catch the vapors Fox, Hikaru, in the Cadillac blue 2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch! (Repeat Chorus till fade) |