Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em
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Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do?
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All of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too?
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Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
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Sometime a gal figure it cool
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I tell a motherfucker this
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Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
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And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
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Got the pussy, I got the live fo'
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I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
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Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
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Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
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Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton
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Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
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Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
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Big bumba claat star, push hot car
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Big hood, and love back way all day
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The way my man fuck, can't even stand up
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And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
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Take it through my hole right through my appendix
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I got a message, why don't ch'all motherfuckers sit on this?
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
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Picture me fuckin' with a nigga half my status
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Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
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Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
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How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
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Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
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And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
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And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
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Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
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Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy ass drunk
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Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
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Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
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Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
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Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
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In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth
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And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
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One of a kind, can't fuck with mines?
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See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
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When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
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Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
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I'm the only trini bitch that can kick yard shit
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What you know about skin out and bruck out
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Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
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Look at this wannabes comin' around me
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Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
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Why these niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
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I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me
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Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
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Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
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Why you niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
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I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
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If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
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If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
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An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
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I I Inga I I Inga, Fox Brown, Baby Cham
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Look at this, on the beast
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Loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
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Come in the brown, ro-round me
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Ro-round me, fake niggas, fake niggas
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Run Dem
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| Baby Cham |
