Run Dem (feat. Foxy Brown)

Baby Cham

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    Whoa
    A wha de bloodclaat do dem fool deh

    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 fi get kuff (hoo hoo hoo hoo)
    Whoa, I tell a motherfucker this
    Some niggas nowadays move worse than a bitch
    And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
    Got the pussy I got the lie fo'
    I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
    Now hear dis, una wan' chat? Me a go bust una secret
    Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom
    Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern
    Fuck who, niggas wish they could fuck me
    Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
    Big bumboclaat star, push hot car
    Big hood, me 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, why don't y'all motherfuckers sit on this?

    From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
    If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
    If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
    An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

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    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 buck it
    Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
    How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
    Cool now man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
    And tell dem all your gang 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
    I 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
    Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up
    In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
    And a bag of full clip for niggas with loose lip, fiyah

    From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
    If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
    If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
    An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

    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
    What you know about skin out and bruck out
    Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

    Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
    Sick of these fake G's tryin' to clown me
    Why these niggas be tryin' to drown me
    I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me

    From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
    If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
    If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
    An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

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    Composición: Brown Foxy, Dave Kelly y Baby Cham

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