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Baby Cham, Foxy Brown
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A who the bloodclaat dem fool?
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
Sometimes I gotta fake it, cool
I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggas nowadays move worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, mi love bum flick pon bad man dick
So, got the pussy, I got the live foe
I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now hear this, you don't want chat, but you got boss in a secret
You a big batty man, you love look man batty
Pussy wash man, you a trill gyal patton
Fuck who? Niggas wish they could fuck me
And they never seen a hot gyal hot like we
Big bomba clod star, push hot car
Big oil, mi love back we out there
The way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff, it come like ten dicks
Take it through my hole, right through my appendix
I got a message, man, shall motherfuckers send this
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
Of all the broads in the game, Foxx is the baddest
Picture me fucking with a nigga half my status
Bad gyal boss, big gun, you don't want see me back it
Move your bomba oil, boy, gwan man, you jack it
How dare you motherfuckers even spit my name
Call Namar before I have you X'd out the game
And tell them all you damn pussy like Sugar Key
And them boy gyal, they feel oil back we
All them with it
Bet you wish you lucked up and got a quick nut
Or fuck you 'bout twenty, a pissy ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Working outside your studio collecting dub bucks
Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun bucked
Outside, I'm fully loaded with the gun stashed up
Front a cactus, chrome four-fifth
And a bag of four clip for niggas with wool slit
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
One of a kind, can't fuck with mine
See when Foxx in the place, bare hotness a gwan
When I bust whine, when I watch nuff girls twerk
You two frauds sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit
What you know about skin out and bra coat
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style pop gear style
Look at these wannabes coming around me
Sick of these fake G's trying to clown me
Why these niggas be trying to drown me?
I'm telling you fools no one can burn me
Look at these wannabes coming around me
Sick of these fake G's trying to clown me
Why you niggas be trying to drown me?
I'm telling you fools no one can burn me
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
From a puss hole this man we shot that
If a pass hole fi dead man we back that
If a gunshot fi bust man we clap that
And if a riddim fi ride man we rock that
Hey Inga, Pinga
Foxx Brown, Baby Sham
Look at these wannabes
Look at these wannabes
Coming around, 'round, 'round, 'round me
'Round, 'round, 'round me
Fake niggas, fake niggas
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