Run Dem Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Run Dem Lyrics

    [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]

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