Run Dem Lyrics
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Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em
Who the f**k told bitches they could do what I do?
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
I tell a motherf**ker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man d**k so
Got the pus*y, I got the live fo'
I'm a grown a*s bitch with my own a*s shit
Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
pus*y watchman, you a trace gyal patton
f**k who, niggaz wish they could f**k me
Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day
The way my man f**k, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten d**ks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message, why don't ch'all motherf**kers sit on this?
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me f**kin' 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 motherf**kers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pus*y 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 f**k you if I was horny, or pissy a*s drunk
Lucky I don't f**k around and get you stuck up
Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
Bitch, f**k 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
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
One of a kind, can't f**k 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
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
Look at this wannabes comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why these niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me
Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why you niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fa*s 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
I I Inga I I Inga, Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Look at this, on the beast
Loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
Come in the brown, ro-round me
Ro-round me, fake niggas, fake niggas