Baby Cham
Baby Cham - Run Dem songtekst
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Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do? All of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too? Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do Sometime a gal figure it cool I tell a motherfucker this Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the pussy, I got the live fo' I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we Big bumba claat star, push hot car Big hood, and love back way all day The way my man fuck, can't even stand up And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks Take it through my hole right through my appendix I got a message, why don't ch'all motherfuckers sit on this? From a puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 fuckin' with a nigga half my status Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all you young pussy 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 fuck you if I was horny, or pissy ass drunk Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun buck Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip From a puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 bitches know I'm One of a kind, can't fuck 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 bitch that can kick yard shit 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 niggaz 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 niggaz be tryin' to drown me? I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me From a puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass 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 niggas, fake niggas