Текст песни Brooke Valentine f Da Brat, Lil Jon, Rem - Girlfight (Remix)
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[Intro: Lil Jon]Its about to be a... girlfight (Remix)Hey, sendin` this out to all the girlsThat got beef with another bitchJust walk up to that bitch and tell her[Remy Martin]I don`t fight..I don`t argue..I just hit that bitch with a bottleI don`t fight..I don`t argue..I just hit that bitch with a bottleIt`s a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight[Chorus]We bout to throw them bowsWe bout to swing them thangsWe bout to throw them bowsWe bout to swing them thangsIt`s a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight[Verse 1: Brooke Valentine]I hit that bitch with a bottle, I hit her full throttleDidn`t think I could do it cuz I look like a modelI`m so impossible, originator for girl fightsThe first to leave a heiffer in the hospitalThat`s me, yup, M-S-BMiss bottle action, I swear you heiffers can`t see meY`all can never take me and insinuate meTurn around and bite me, and try to demonstrate me, huhHow `bout I slap ya and hit ya with one of thesePunch ya homie in the mouth with a handful of ringsDon`t need no help, I can do it myselfHad a click full of girls, now you all by yourself, yeahYou all alone, you ain`t said one wordThink security gon` stop it, I just flip them a birdWhat, you got beef baby, I tell ya we can cook itPut ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it[Chorus][Verse 2: Da Brat]Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch if you got beefAnd that`s food for thought, so my peeps can eatIf I gotta fight the girl, I`m snatchin` out her curlsI`ma catch that ho around the corner, beat her tushy earlAnd leave her world caved in just like her faceNobody know I done it, cause I left no traceI`m a bad motherfucker, Chi-town my home baseBrooke diggin` in yo ass, Happy Valentine`s DayDo what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jawYou won`t never get a witness sayin` what they sawI ain`t tryin to be no victim, you wanna cross that lineI leave a bitch leakin` blood, like it`s period timeGot that old school in me like TampaxYou can`t leave home without my CD like Air-MaxI throw them bows left to rightI`m So So Def-a-like, legendary like Like Mike, bitch[Chorus][Verse 3: Remy Martin]Look, if you really wanna get it poppin`I can act like I ain`t got a album droppin`But, you the type to talk shit quickGet ya ass whippedAnd then go call the copsLose ya jewels in the process of gettin` stompedYou file all type of reports sayin` you got robbedNow that ain`t gangsta and you ain`t gangstaMatter fact, your whole motherfuckin` crew is wankstasI`m tellin` you, you don`t really want it with meI don`t know how to act, Remy`ll o-dI be camped out, waitin` at ya J-O-BWith my hair in two braids, face VaselinedAnd my squad know the plan before we start thumpin`Even if I`m winnin` we all gon` jump inTalkin` wreckless, no hired protectionAnd I`m still walkin` around them metal detectors[Chorus][Outro]I`m poppin` one heifers, two heifers, three heifers, fo`If that bitch with her, watch her watch her hit the flo`I don`t fightI don`t argue, yeahI just hit that bitch with a bottle