bwa lyrics – foxy brown

ugh, c’mon let me show ya how it go down
when you get three of the illest b*tches
together on one track
and we all got att*tudes

i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)

i gotta case for spittin’ in a mother f*ckers’ face
me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
a hundred in the cl*t’ blastin’
what cha’ll motherf*ckers eyein’ me fo?
alias chyna white, gangsta boo on my right
and mia x to my left, why y’all motherf*ckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherf*ckin’ club up
tear the club up, feel me uh
i sets motherf*ckin’ friends for b*tches

make ’em feel sh*t, real b*tches recognize real sh*t
only one b*tch put it down like this
see this shiny *ss sh*t on my wrist
see them shiny *ss shoes on my six
and i know y’all know them thug *ss do to my clique
when it’s beef, na na stash this heat for all y’all *sses
my b*tches roll them nats since gats is popular
we 5-7 droppin’ ya
it ain’t no limit for my three b*tch mafia

i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)

i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)

a certified hairdresser mama mia
known on the streets for drama
when my b*tches meet some heat they call mama
and i’m comin’, gunnin’ everything up in my way
but it ain’t always gotta be about the gun play
i gots to say for real
my right and left aka dumb hoe beaters
black sizin’ while his jaws, y’all know mia
a street b*tch ’bout street sh*t

they ain’t no att*tives in this b*tch
i live this raw dog
to all y’all backstabbin’, two face motherf*ckers
double talk and get y’all crunched in both your d*ck suckers
i buy the ruckus aye’ day whatchu gon’ do ’bout the crew
‘cuz my clique’s all true
true n*gg*s, true game, true paper
keepin’ up with us, trust the true then break it
take the sh*t outside or start it in the club now
y’all gon’ tear it up then i’m ma shut the b*tch down

i just wanna show them
i just wanna show them
die b*tches, everywhere you go
b*tches is dyin’, b*tches been dyin’ for over 400 years
c’mon

i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)

i live a rich life n*gg* so that makes me undefined
got them b*tches mad ‘cuz your n*gg*s is all mine
so, i guess that means i’m just the sh*t
straight up blaze, the wrong lady to f*cked wit
you lay your *ss on the f*ckin’ ground, don’t speak
watch i’ll bl**dy up you seat, leave your *ss all nice and sweet
on your monkey *ss, when you take the mask, try to run with m*ss
go down, infra red on your monkey *ss
gangsta boo be wit it, what the f*ck you tryin’ to do?
your power ranger crew scared of us
we thought we told you, we coming through tearin’ clubs up
b*tch in the reins yellin’ hit a motherf*cker
and give her the d*mn thangs

i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)
i’m a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
(with an att*tude)

i just wanna show them
i ain’t no b*tch
i just wanna show them
real b*tches don’t die

/ foxy brown lyrics