Run Dem - Foxy Brown, Baby Cham

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 mood’s 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 dont 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

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

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