Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown - Bonnie And Clyde, Pt. 2 songtekst
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Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde shit You hear me? Smell me? (That's right, you know?) I'mma take this one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape It's real like that, you know what I mean? Follow, yo, yo, yo (Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all) Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out Sieze him with the cleavage I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it Five years together, right? I protect you like a vest do I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you Glock poppin' out the stock And it's two guns, two hun', get down I tear this whole shit down They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad My bullets hurt the same as y'alls I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest Life on the line, say prayers under my breath But knew I'd be 'aight cuz right there to my left (Right) Over baby, told you baby Big gun right over your left shoulder baby Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80 From day one 'til we old and crazy Let's kill the world Ran up at Chemical The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin' Everybody hit the floor, guys and women Kids rush for the door Keep your cry to a limit Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted Almost got whiplash Throws it in the stash Long as we keep shitin' like this Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this You my Clyde for life I'm your Bonnie like this I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga