BABY CHAM lyrics : "Run Dem"
Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em
Who the $#&@ told (*##$es they could do what I do?
All of a sudden all y'all (*##$es got accents too?
Bad gyal, (*##$es can't do the %#@! that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool
I tell a mother$#&@er this
Some ^!$$%z nowadays move worse than a (*##$
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the #~!!@, I got the live fo'
I'm a grown $$# (*##$ with my own $$# %#@!
Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
#~!!@ watchman, you a trace gyal patton
$#&@ who, ^!$$%z wish they could $#&@ 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 $#&@, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it### like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message, why don't ch'all mother$#&@ers 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 $#&@in' with a ^!$$% half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all mother$#&@ers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young #~!!@ like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't $#&@ you if I was ^^&$#*, or pissy $$# drunk
Lucky I don't $#&@ around and get you stuck up
Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
(*##$, $#&@ around and get that ^!$$% gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth
And a bag of full clip for ^!$$%z 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 (*##$es know I'm
One of a kind, can't $#&@ with mines?
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only trini (*##$ that can kick yard %#@!
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 ^!$$%z be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me
Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why you ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%s, fake ^!$$%s
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