Run Dem Lyrics - Babycham

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