Songtext zu 'Girlfight Remix' von Brooke Valentine

Its about to be a... girlfight
REMIX
Hey, sendin this out to all the girl
That got beef with another bitch
Just walk up to that bitch and tell her
What you tell her??

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

[Chorus]
It's a bout to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 1 : Miss B]
I hit that chick wit a bottle
I hit her full throttle
Didn't think I could do it
Cause I look like a model
I'm so impossible
Originated for girlfights
The first to leave a heffa in the hospital
That's me, YUP! Ms B
Ms. bottle action
I swear you heffas can't see me
You all can imitate me and insinuate me
Turn around and bite me, and try to demonstrate me
Huh?
How bout I slap ya, and hit ya with one of these
Punch ya homie in the mouth with a handful of rings
Don't need no help, I can do it myself
Had a clique full of girls, now you all by yourself
YEAH....
You all alone, you ain't said one word
Think security gonna stop it? I'll just flip them a bird
What? You gotta beef baby, I tell ya, we can cook it
Put ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 2 : Da Brat]
Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch if you got beef
And that's food for thought, so my pits can eat
If I gotta fight the girl
I'm snatching out her curls
I'm gonna catch that hoe around the corner
Beat her 'til she hurl
And let her world cave in, like her face
No body know I done it, cause I left no trace
I'm a bad mother fucker, chi-town my home base
Brooke diggin in yo ass, Happy Valentines Day
Do what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jaw
You won't never get a witness saying what they saw
I ain't trying to be no victim, you wanna cross that line
I leave a bitch leakin blood, like its period time
Got that old school in me like Tampax
You can't leave home without my CD like AMEX
I throw them bows left to right
I'm So So Def for life legendary like Mike Bitch!

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

1, 2 meet me outside

[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
Get ya ass whipped
And then go call the cops
loose your jewel in the process of gettin it started
Filing all types of reports saying you got robbed
Now that ain't gangsta
And you ain't gangsta
Matter fact, your whole mother fucking crew is wankstas
I'm telling you, you don't really want it with me
I don't know how to act, Remy a OG
I be camped out, waiting at ya J-O-B
Wit my hair in 2 braids
Face, vaseline
And my squad know the plan before we start thumping
Even if I'm winning, we all gonna jump in
Talking wreckless
No hired protection
And we still walking round them metal detectors

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

I'm poppin 1 heffa, 2 heffas, 3 heffas, 4

If that chick with her, watch her watch her hit the floor

I don't fight
I don't argue

I just hit that chick with a bottle