Brooke Valentine - Irlfight - Remix F/da Brat,miss B,& Remy lyrics

Its about to be a... girlfight REMIX Hey, sendin this out to all the girl That got beef with another b**h Just walk up to that b**h and tell her Whatcha 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 hospitol Thats me, YUP! Ms B Ms. bottle action I swear you heffas can't see me Ya'll can't never take 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 YEAAAAHH.... 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 b**h, 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, b**h if you got beef And thats food for thought, so my pits can eat If I gotta fight the girl Im snatchin out her curls Ima catch that hoe around the corner Beat her tushy earl And let her world cave in, like her face No body know I done it, cause I left no trace Im a bad motha f**a, chi-town my home base Brooke diggin in yo a**, Happy Valentines Day Do what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jaw You won't never get a witness sayin what they saw I ain't tryin to be no victim, you wanna cross that line I leave a b**h leakin blood, like its period time Got that old skool in me like tampax You can't leave home without my CD like air-max I throw them bows left to right I'm So So Def-a-like legendary like Like Mike Biiiottch! [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 sh** Get ya a** whipped And then go call the cops Whose accuse in the process of gettin it started Filin all types of reports sayin you got robbed Now that ain't gangsta And you ain't gangsta Matter fact, your whole motha f**in crew is wa*kstas Im tellin you, you don't really want it with me I don't know how to act, Remy'll OD I be camped out, waitin at ya J-O-B Wit my hair in 2 braids Face, vaseline And my squad know the plan before we start thumpin Even if I'm winnin, we call gon jump in Talkin wreckless No hired protection And we still walkin 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 flo I don't fight I don't argue I just hit that chick with a bottle