Murda Mami Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy 

Brooklyn (uh-huh) 

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch 

Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit 

Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch 

Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps 

D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora 

Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora 

She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie 

Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha) 

Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G. 

First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes) 

Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen 

Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam 

Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean 

Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans 

They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it 

Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it 

It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now 

Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa 

Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of 

Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners 

Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss 

The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York 

Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage 

I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge 

And all y'all rat bitches sound garbage 

While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings 

Bars give me style like when you steppin in my 

The 38 special in my Chanel sock 

Now I got the llama and Ermet's dark 

Word to sly swifter fox who above me? 

Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb 

So ladies raise your glass to this man song