[Intro: Lil Jon]
Its about to be a... girlfight (Remix)
Hey, sendin` this out to all the girls
That got beef with another bitch
Just 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 bottle
I don`t fight..
I don`t argue..
I just hit that bitch with a bottle
It`s a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight
[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 a bout to be a (WHAT) girl fight
[Verse 1: Brooke Valentine]
I hit that bitch 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 bitch, you wanna fight we can do it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Da Brat]
Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch 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`ma 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 motherfucker, Chi-town my home base
Brooke diggin` in yo ass, 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 bitch 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, 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 quick
Get ya ass whipped
And then go call the cops
Lose ya jewels 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 motherfuckin` crew is wankstas
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
[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 fight
I don`t argue, yeah
I just hit that bitch with a bottle
