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bwa - foxy brown lyrics

ugh, c’mon let me show ya how it go down
when you get three of the illest b-tches
together on one track
and we all got att-tudes

i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)

i gotta case for spittin’ in a mother f-ckers’ face
me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
a hundred in the cl-t’ blastin’
what cha’ll motherf-ckers eyein’ me fo?
alias chyna white, gangsta boo on my right
and mia x to my left, why y’all motherf-ckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherf-ckin’ club up
tear the club up, feel me uh
i sets motherf-ckin’ friends for b-tches

make ’em feel sh-t, real b-tches recognize real sh-t
only one b-tch put it down like this
see this shiny -ss sh-t on my wrist
see them shiny -ss shoes on my six
and i know y’all know them thug -ss do to my clique
when it’s beef, na na stash this heat for all y’all -sses
my b-tches roll them nats since gats is popular
we 5-7 droppin’ ya
it ain’t no limit for my three b-tch mafia

i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)

a certified hairdresser mama mia
known on the streets for drama
when my b-tches meet some heat they call mama
and i’m comin’, gunnin’ everything up in my way
but it ain’t always gotta be about the gun play
i gots to say for real
my right and left aka dumb hoe beaters
black sizin’ while his jaws, y’all know mia
a street b-tch ’bout street sh-t

they ain’t no att-tives in this b-tch
i live this raw dog
to all y’all backstabbin’, two face motherf-ckers
double talk and get y’all crunched in both your d-ck suckers
i buy the ruckus aye’ day whatchu gon’ do ’bout the crew
‘cuz my clique’s all true
true n-gg-s, true game, true paper
keepin’ up with us, trust the true then break it
take the sh-t outside or start it in the club now
y’all gon’ tear it up then i’m ma shut the b-tch down

i just wanna show them
i just wanna show them
die b-tches, everywhere you go
b-tches is dyin’, b-tches been dyin’ for over 400 years
c’mon

i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)

i live a rich life n-gg- so that makes me undefined
got them b-tches mad ‘cuz your n-gg-s is all mine
so, i guess that means i’m just the sh-t
straight up blaze, the wrong lady to f-cked wit
you lay your -ss on the f-ckin’ ground, don’t speak
watch i’ll bl–dy up you seat, leave your -ss all nice and sweet
on your monkey -ss, when you take the mask, try to run with m-ss
go down, infra red on your monkey -ss
gangsta boo be wit it, what the f-ck you tryin’ to do?
your power ranger crew scared of us
we thought we told you, we coming through tearin’ clubs up
b-tch in the reins yellin’ hit a motherf-cker
and give her the d-mn thangs

i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)
i’m a mother f-ckin’ b-tch
(with an att-tude)

i just wanna show them
i ain’t no b-tch
i just wanna show them
real b-tches don’t die

- foxy brown lyrics

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