Run Dem (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Run Dem (Explicit) |
| Artist | Foxy Brown |
| Artist | Baby Cham |
| Album | Broken Silence (Explicit Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beckett, Kelly, Marchand | |
| Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em | |
| Who the ************* told ******* they could do what | |
| I do?All of a sudden all y'all ******* got accents too? | |
| Bad gyal, ******* can't do the *************t that | |
| I doSometime a gal figure it cool | |
| I tell a mother******* this | |
| Some *************z nowadays move worse than a ************* | |
| And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man ************* so | |
| Got the *************, | |
| I got the live fo' | |
| I'm a grown ass ************* with my own ass *************t | |
| 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 cum like ten *************s | |
| Take it through my hole right through my appendix | |
| I got a message, why don't ch'all mother*******s 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 ******' 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*******s 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 by queer, oh dem where dat? | |
| Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut | |
| Wouldn't ************* you if | |
| I was horny, or pissy ass 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 ******* know | |
| I'mOne 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 *************t | |
| 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 | |
| ChamLook 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 |
| zuo ci : Beckett, Kelly, Marchand | |
| Whoa, a what de blood claat ' em fool ' em | |
| Who the told they could do what | |
| I do? All of a sudden all y' all got accents too? | |
| Bad gyal, can' t do the t that | |
| I doSometime a gal figure it cool | |
| I tell a mother this | |
| Some z nowadays move worse than a | |
| And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man so | |
| Got the , | |
| I got the live fo' | |
| I' m a grown ass with my own ass t | |
| 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 cum like ten s | |
| Take it through my hole right through my appendix | |
| I got a message, why don' t ch' all mother s 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 ' 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 s 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 by queer, oh dem where dat? | |
| Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut | |
| Wouldn' t you if | |
| I was horny, or pissy ass 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 know | |
| I' mOne 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 t | |
| 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 | |
| ChamLook at this, on the beast | |
| Looloolook at this, on the beast | |
| Come in the brown, roround me | |
| Roround me, fake s, fake s |
| zuò cí : Beckett, Kelly, Marchand | |
| Whoa, a what de blood claat ' em fool ' em | |
| Who the told they could do what | |
| I do? All of a sudden all y' all got accents too? | |
| Bad gyal, can' t do the t that | |
| I doSometime a gal figure it cool | |
| I tell a mother this | |
| Some z nowadays move worse than a | |
| And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man so | |
| Got the , | |
| I got the live fo' | |
| I' m a grown ass with my own ass t | |
| 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 cum like ten s | |
| Take it through my hole right through my appendix | |
| I got a message, why don' t ch' all mother s 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 ' 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 s 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 by queer, oh dem where dat? | |
| Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut | |
| Wouldn' t you if | |
| I was horny, or pissy ass 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 know | |
| I' mOne 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 t | |
| 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 | |
| ChamLook at this, on the beast | |
| Looloolook at this, on the beast | |
| Come in the brown, roround me | |
| Roround me, fake s, fake s |
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