*featuring Miss B, Da Brat, Remy Martin
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Its about to be a... girlfight
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REMIX
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Hey, sendin this out to all the girl
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That got beef with another bitch
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Just walk up to that bitch and tell her
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Whatcha tell her??
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I don't fight..
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I don't argue..
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I just hit that chick with a bottle
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I don't fight..
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I don't argue..
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I just hit that chick with a bottle
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[Chorus]
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It's a bout to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
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[Verse 1 : Miss B]
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I hit that chick wit a bottle
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I hit her full throttle
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Didn't think I could do it
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Cause I look like a model
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I'm so impossible
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Originated for girlfights
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The first to leave a heffa in the hospitol
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Thats me, YUP! Ms B
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Ms. bottle action
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I swear you heffas can't see me
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Ya'll can't never take me and insinuate me
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Turn around and bite me, and try to demonstrate me
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Huh?
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How bout I slap ya, and hit ya with one of these
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Punch ya homie in the mouth with a handful of rings
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Don't need no help, I can do it myself
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Had a clique full of girls, now you all by yourself
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YEAAAAHH....
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You all alone, you ain't said one word
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Think security gonna stop it? I'll just flip them a bird
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What? You gotta beef baby, I tell ya, we can cook it
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Put ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it
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[Chorus]
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
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[Verse 2 : Da Brat]
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Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch if you got beef
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And thats food for thought, so my pits can eat
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If I gotta fight the girl
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Im snatchin out her curls
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Ima catch that hoe around the corner
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Beat her tushy earl
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And let her world cave in, like her face
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No body know I done it, cause I left no trace
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Im a bad motha fucka, chi-town my home base
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Brooke diggin in yo ass, Happy Valentines Day
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Do what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jaw
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You won't never get a witness sayin what they saw
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I ain't tryin to be no victim, you wanna cross that line
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I leave a bitch leakin blood, like its period time
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Got that old skool in me like tampax
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You can't leave home without my CD like air-max
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I throw them bows left to right
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I'm So So Def-a-like legendary like Like Mike Biiiottch!
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[Chorus]
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
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1, 2 meet me outside
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[Verse 3: Remy Martin]
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Look, if you really wanna get it poppin
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I can act like I ain't got a album droppin
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But, you the type to talk shit
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Get ya ass whipped
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And then go call the cops
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Whose accuse in the process of gettin it started
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Filin all types of reports sayin you got robbed
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Now that ain't gangsta
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And you ain't gangsta
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Matter fact, your whole motha fuckin crew is wankstas
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Im tellin you, you don't really want it with me
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I don't know how to act, Remy'll OD
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I be camped out, waitin at ya J-O-B
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Wit my hair in 2 braids
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Face, vaseline
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And my squad know the plan before we start thumpin
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Even if I'm winnin, we call gon jump in
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Talkin wreckless
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No hired protection
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And we still walkin round them metal detectors
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[Chorus]
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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We bout to throw them bows
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We bout to swing them thangs
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It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
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I'm poppin 1 heffa, 2 heffas, 3 heffas, 4
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If that chick with her, watch her watch her hit the flo
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I don't fight
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I don't argue
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I just hit that chick with a bottle
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Girlfight (Remix)
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Brooke Valentine |