run dem - foxy brown lyrics
whoa, a what de blood claat ’em fool ’em
who the f-ck told b-tches they could do what i do?
all of a sudden all y’all b-tches got accents too?
bad gyal, b-tches can’t do the sh-t that i do
sometime a gal figure it cool
i tell a motherf-cker this
some n-gg-z nowadays move worse than a b-tch
and as for this chick, me love b-m flick on bad man d-ck so
got the p-ssy, i got the live fo’
i’m a grown -ss b-tch with my own -ss sh-t
now hear dis and i wan’ chat me a go bustin’ a secret
y’all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
p-ssy watchman, you a trace gyal patton
f-ck who, n-gg-z wish they could f-ck me
like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
big b-mba claat star, push hot car
big hood, and love back way all day
the way my man f-ck, can’t even stand up
and when he gets stiff it c-m like ten d-cks
take it through my hole right through my appendix
i got a message, why don’t ch’all motherf-ckers sit on this?
from a p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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-ckin’ with a n-gg- half my status
bad gal bust big gun and no wan’ see me back it
move ya b-mba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
how dare y’all motherf-ckers even spit my name
cool na man, ‘fore i have you x’d out the game
and tell dem all you young p-ssy 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-ck you if i was h-rny, or p-ssy -ss drunk
lucky i don’t f-ck around and get you stuck up
waitin’ outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
b-tch, f-ck around and get that n-gg- gun buck
outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
in front of cactus, chrome fo’ fifth
and a bag of full clip for n-gg-z with loose lip
from a p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 b-tches know i’m
one of a kind, can’t f-ck 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 b-tch that can kick yard sh-t
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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z be tryin’ to drown me?
i’m tellin’ you fools no one can bound me
from a p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 p-ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f-ss 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 n-gg-s, fake n-gg-s
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