Da Brat - Girl Fight (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon] Its about to be a... girlfight (Remix) Hey, sendin' this out to all the girls That got beef with another b**h Just walk up to that b**h and tell her [Remy Martin] I don't fight.. I don't argue.. I just hit that b**h with a bottle I don't fight.. I don't argue.. I just hit that b**h with a bottle It's a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight [Hook] 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 a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight [Verse 1: Miss B.] I hit that b**h with a bottle, I hit her full throttle Didn't think I could do it cuz I look like a model I'm so impossible, originator for girl fights The first to leave a heiffer in the hospital That's me, yup, M-S-B Miss bottle action, I swear you heiffers can't see me Y'all can 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 click full of girls, now you all by yourself, yeah You all alone, you ain't said one word Think security gon' stop it, I just flip them a bird What, you got beef baby, I tell ya we can cook it Put ya dukes up b**h, you wanna fight we can do it [Hook] [Verse 2: Da Brat] Slit ya throat to the meat, b**h if you got beef And that's food for thought, so my peeps can eat If I gotta fight the girl, I'm snatchin' out her curls I'mma catch that ho around the corner, beat her tushy earl And leave her world caved in just like her face Nobody know I done it, cause I left no trace I'm a bad motherf**er, Chi-town my home base Brooke diggin' in yo a**, Happy Valentine's 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 it's period time Got that old school 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, b**h [Hook] [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** quick Get ya a** whipped And then go call the cops Lose ya j**els in the process of gettin' stomped You file all type of reports sayin' you got robbed Now that ain't gangsta and you ain't gangsta Matter fact, your whole motherf**in' crew is wa*kstas I'm tellin' you, you don't really want it with me I don't know how to act, Remy'll o-d I be camped out, waitin' at ya J-O-B With my hair in two braids, face Vaselined And my squad know the plan before we start thumpin' Even if I'm winnin' we all gon' jump in Talkin' wreckless, no hired protection And I'm still walkin' around them metal detectors [Hook] [Outro] I'm poppin' one heifers, two heifers, three heifers, fo' If that b**h with her, watch her watch her hit the flo' I don't fight I don't argue, yeah I just hit that b**h with a bottle