Run Dem

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