BWA - Foxy Brown

BWA - Foxy Brown
Written by：Tracy L. Cur/Dino Fekaris/Lorenzo Jerald Patterson/Eric Wright/Andre Romell Young/Nick Zesses
Uh c'mon yeah
Let me show ya how it go down c'mon
When you get three of the illest b**ches together
On one track c'mon
And we all got attitudes ughh
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I got a case for spittin' in a motherf**kers' face
Me and my aids drunk calico strapped to the waist
A hundred in the click blast it
Whatcha motherf**kers eyein' me fo
Illiest Chyna White gangsta Boo on my right
And Mia X to my left while y'all motherf**kers dugged up
44 blue door tear the whole motherf**kin' club up
Tear the club up uh uh
I sets up motherf**kin' Fresno b**ches
Make 'em feel sh*t real b**ches recognize real sh*t
Only one b***h put it down like this uh
See the shiny a** sh*t on my wrist uh
See them shiny a** shoes on my six
And I know ya know them thug a** two to my click
When it's beef Na Na stash this heat
For all y'all asses
My b**ches rollin' masta gats is popular
357 drop for ya
It ain't no limit to my three b***h mafia uh
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
A certified head buster
Known on the streets for drama
When my b**ches meet some heat they call mama and I'm comin'
Gunnin' everything up in my way
But it ain't always gotta be about the gunplay
I gots to say for real
My right and left AKA dumb hoe beaters
Black size and while y'all jaws y'all know Mia
A street b***h about street sh*t
They ain't no additives in this
b***h I live this raw dough
So y'all backstabbin' two face motherf**kers
Double talkin' get your punch and both your d**k suckers
About the ruckus add they
What you won't do for the crew
'Cause my click's all tru all tru
Tru niggas tru game tru paper
Keepin' up with us trust the tru to break it
Take the sh*t outside that started in the club
Now y'all gon' tear it up
And I'm gon' shut the b***h down
The was you talk about women is b******t
Die b**ches everywhere you go
B**ches is dyin' b**ches been die for over 400 years
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I live a rich life ni**a so that makes me undefined
Got the b**ches mad 'cause your niggas is on mine
So I guess that means that I'm just the sh*t
Straight up crazy don't plan to get f**ked wit
You lay your a** on the f**kin' ground don't speak
Watch the play on your seat leave your a** all nice and sweet creep
On your monkey a** what it takes to mass try to run with mass
Don't doubt infra red on your monkey a**
Gangsta Boo be wit it what the f**k you gon' do
Your power ranger proof scared to f**k
We thought we told you we coming through tearin' clubs up
b***h in the range yellin' hit a m**********r and givin' 'em damn
Thangs
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
I'm a motherf**kin' b***h
Real b**ches don't die