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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] Other Foxy Brown lyrics: Broken Silence - Intro lyrics 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 |