Letras:
Fox James

: (Bob Welch) She came in like a hurricane Wearing boots and diamond rings With a fox fur on her shoulder She set wondering And I could tell she was

cerveza es la droga que me tira Yo soy el que manda, pero es mi opinion ?veis? Quiero mi propia marca de bambas, como el cabron del Lebron James Mas de

't hard to spot, I'm right there at that gamblin spot, Stackin up a fat knot [Chorus x2] I'm a block-burner like Lil Wayne, improvise in the game like King James

throw it on I speak how i feel im a fox 5 general yall rap b****hes is all so subliminal thats why i ones them everytime i pass em frontin wit young g the fox

now thinks I'm gay Oh, and "Fear Factor" I watched maybe a half hour After that, felt like I needed a long shower Network execs with naked ambitions "Next week on FOX

a piece of this American dream It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with [J. Cole - Verse 1] Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round

with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin' Crushed out heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he's remarkably fat He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he's the St. James Street

the hot ass flow And go straight at them, quickly go platinum Still cocky, wrist still rocky Real chunky niggas still want me Still touring and shopping in every country Fox