| Foxy Brown lyrics
Run Dem lyrics
(feat. Baby Cham)
[Foxy] Whoa
[Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem
[Foxy Brown]
Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
Ans as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy; I got the live fo'
I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret
Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton
Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day
And the way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all motherfuckers sit on this
[Chorus 2X: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
[Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
Bitch - fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
one of a kind, can't fuck with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH
that can kick yard shit FIRE
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
[Baby Cham - repeat 2X]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me
[Chorus - repeat to end]
[Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat]
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Fallin' lyrics
Oh Yeah lyrics
B.K. Anthem lyrics
The Letter lyrics
7:30 lyrics
Candy lyrics
Tables Will Turn lyrics
Hood Scriptures lyrics
'Bout My Paper lyrics
Run Yo Shit lyrics
Gangsta Boogie lyrics
I Don't Care lyrics
So Hot (Remix) lyrics
Saddest Day lyrics
Bout My Paper lyrics
Burning Down The House lyrics
La Familia lyrics
Big Bad Mamma lyrics
Na Na Be Like lyrics
It's Hard Being Wifee lyrics
Tramp lyrics
Baller Bitch lyrics
Can You Feel Me Baby lyrics
Ride (Down South) lyrics
4-5-6 lyrics
Bonnie Clyde Part II lyrics
I Can't lyrics
JOB lyrics
Dog A Fox lyrics
Hot Spot lyrics
My Life lyrics
Chyna Whyte lyrics
Outro lyrics
I'll Be lyrics
Fox Boogie lyrics
No One's lyrics
Ill Na Na lyrics
The Chase lyrics
If I... lyrics
Interlude... The Set Up lyrics
The Promise lyrics
Get Me Home lyrics
Foxy's Bells lyrics
Letter To The Firm (Holy Matrimony) lyrics
Intro... Chicken Coop lyrics
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