Foxy Brown - Bonnie And Clyde, Pt. 2 lyrics

Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah

Bonnie and Clyde shit

You hear me? Smell me?

(That's right, you know?)

I'mma take this one straight to the top

And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape

It's real like that, you know what I mean?

Follow, yo, yo, yo

(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)

Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out

Sieze him with the cleavage

I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it

Five years together, right?

I protect you like a vest do

I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you

Glock poppin' out the stock

And it's two guns, two hun', get down

I tear this whole shit down

They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs

I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod

Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad

My bullets hurt the same as y'alls

I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest

Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest

Life on the line, say prayers under my breath

But knew I'd be 'aight cuz right there to my left

(Right)

Over baby, told you baby

Big gun right over your left shoulder baby

Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80

From day one 'til we old and crazy

Let's kill the world

Ran up at Chemical

The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'

Everybody hit the floor, guys and women

Kids rush for the door

Keep your cry to a limit

Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes

Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it

That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted

Almost got whiplash

Throws it in the stash

Long as we keep shitin' like this

Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this

You my Clyde for life

I'm your Bonnie like this

I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga