Run Dem lyrics

by

Bob Marley


[Intro: Foxy Brown & Cham]
Whoa
A wha de bloodclaat do dem fool deh

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Who the f*ck told b*tches they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all b*tches got accents too
Bad gyal, b*tches can't do the sh*t that I do
Sometime a gal fi get kuff (hoo hoo hoo hoo)
Whoa, I tell a motherf*cker this
Some n*ggas nowadays move worse than a b*tch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man di*k so
Got the pus*y I got the lie fo'
I'm a grown ass b*tch with my own ass sh*t
Now hear dis, una wan' chat? Me a go bust una secret
Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom
pus*y watchman, you a trace gyal pattern
f*ck who, n*ggas wish they could f*ck me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big bumboclaat star, push hot car
Big hood, me love back way all day
And the way my man f*ck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it c*m like ten di*ks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; why dont y'all motherf*ckers sit on this?
[Hook: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me f*ckin with a n*gga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all motherf*ckers even spit my name
Cool now man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all your gang pus*y 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
I wouldn't f*ck you if I was horny, or p*ssy-ass drunk
Lucky I don't f*ck around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
b*tch - f*ck around and get that n*gga gun buck
Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for n*ggas with loose lip - FIYAH

[Hook: Baby Cham]
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all b*tches know I'm
One of a kind, can't f*ck 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 b*tch that can kick yard sh*t, FIYAH
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

[Bridge: Baby Cham]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these n*ggas be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me

[Hook: Baby Cham]
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