run dem lyrics – foxy brown

whoa, a what de blood claat ’em fool ’em

who the f*ck told b*tches they could do what i do?
all of a sudden all y’all b*tches got accents too?
bad gyal, b*tches can’t do the sh*t that i do
sometime a gal figure it cool

i tell a motherf*cker this
some n*gg*z nowadays move worse than a b*tch
and as for this chick, me love b*m flick on bad man d*ck so
got the p*ssy, i got the live fo’

i’m a grown *ss b*tch with my own *ss sh*t
now hear dis and i wan’ chat me a go bustin’ a secret
y’all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
p*ssy watchman, you a trace gyal patton

f*ck who, n*gg*z wish they could f*ck me
like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
big b*mba claat star, push hot car
big hood, and love back way all day

the way my man f*ck, can’t even stand up
and when he gets stiff it c*m like ten d*cks
take it through my hole right through my appendix
i got a message, why don’t ch’all motherf*ckers sit on this?

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

out of all the broads in the game, fox is the baddest
picture me f*ckin’ with a n*gg* half my status
bad gal bust big gun and no wan’ see me back it
move ya b*mba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket

how dare y’all motherf*ckers even spit my name
cool na man, ‘fore i have you x’d out the game
and tell dem all you young p*ssy 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 f*ck you if i was h*rny, or p*ssy *ss drunk
lucky i don’t f*ck around and get you stuck up
waitin’ outside your studio, collect your dub bucks

b*tch, f*ck around and get that n*gg* gun buck
outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
in front of cactus, chrome fo’ fifth
and a bag of full clip for n*gg*z with loose lip

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

how many times i got to let y’all b*tches know i’m
one of a kind, can’t f*ck 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 b*tch that can kick yard sh*t
what you know about skin out and bruck out
like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

look at this wannabes comin’ around me
sick of thes fake g’s tryin’ to clown me
why these n*gg*z be tryin’ to drown me?
i’m tellin’ you fools no one can bound me

look at this wannabe’s comin’ around me
sick of thes fake g’s tryin’ to clown me
why you n*gg*z be tryin’ to drown me?
i’m tellin’ you fools no one can bound me

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

from a p*ss hole, dis man we shot down
if a f*ss 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

i i inga i i inga, fox brown, baby cham
look at this, on the beast
loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
come in the brown, ro-round me
ro-round me, fake n*gg*s, fake n*gg*s

/ foxy brown lyrics