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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brooke Valentine
Brooke Valentine
Begleitgesang
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Programmierung
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Bass
Big Boi
Big Boi
Begleitgesang
Craig Love
Craig Love
Gitarre
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Begleitgesang
J.R.K.
J.R.K.
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brooke Valentine
Brooke Valentine
Komponist:in
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Komponist:in
Craig Love
Craig Love
Komponist:in
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Komponist:in
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Komponist:in
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Komponist:in
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Komponist:in
P. Magnet
P. Magnet
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Produzent:in
Vaughan Merrick
Vaughan Merrick
Ingenieur:in
Matt Still
Matt Still
Ingenieur:in
mac attkisson
mac attkisson
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mischtechniker:in
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Produzent:in

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Boy stop (Its about to be a girl fight) Hey-hey, some new shit here Brooke Valentine, what (uh-huh, uh-huh) (Its about to be) big boy Valentine Yeah, one, two I'm singing this tonight, to all the ladies who got beef But they don't forget (uh-huh) Just walk to that bitch and tell her What you tell her? (It's about to be a) what? Girlfight We 'bout to throw them bows We 'bout to swing them things (swing them things) We 'bout to throw them bows (oh) We 'bout to swing them things (hm) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight) There she go talking her mess (yeah) All around town, making me stress (yeah) I need to get this off my chest (yeah) And if her friend want some then she'll be next (yeah) It really ain't that complicated (what) Y'all walking round looking all frustrated (what) Want some plex, come on let's make it (uh) You acting real hard but I know you're faking (hey) I know you really don't wanna step to this (yeah) Really don't know why you talking shit (yeah) Your about to catch one right in your lip (in your lip) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight, hey) I know you really don't wanna step to this (yeah) Really don't know why your talking shit (oh) Your about to catch one right in your lip (ooh, hey) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight, yeah) We 'bout to throw them bows (oh) We 'bout to swing them things (we 'bout to swing them things) We 'bout to throw them bows (oh) We 'bout to swing them things (ugh, yeah-yeah) It's about to be a what? (Boy, stop) We on our way to your neighborhood (hey) The reason why we coming is understood (hey) Me and my girls we down to ride So when you hear us pull up, bring your butt outside (butt outside, what) And if you try to call your cousin and them (huh) Don't forget that I got some of them (ahh) 'Bout to go real hard, 'bout to swang them thangs About to feel elbows all in your brain (all in your brain) I know you really don't wanna step to this (huh) Really don't know why your talking shit (oh, ooh) You 'bout to catch one right in the lip (yeah, yeah) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight) We 'bout to throw them bows (bow-bow) We 'bout to swing them things (we 'bout to swing them things) We 'bout to throw them bows (baby, throw them bows) We 'bout to swing them things (you better swing them things) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight) Oh, I know (oh, I know), you don't want me to split your dome (what's up?) Oh, I know (oh, I know), you don't want me to split your dome (what's up) Girl, you making me (oh, I know, what's up? Real man) Oh, I know (yeah, uh), you don't want me to split your dome (i know you don't) (What's up) I'm about to bruise you face and it's sad Oh snap, these bitches they act like cats In the middle of the dance floor now they preparing to scrap They taking out their scrunchies and they pulling off their pressons The one on the right is the girlfriend and the one the left is the other woman Someone please call security These girls too purty to get down to the nitty-titty I mean the nitty gritty, I mean her titties pretty I'm tripping, being silly-willy (what?), man, don't let them hoes fight We 'bout to throw them bows ('bout to throw them bows), uh We 'bout to swing them things) (we 'bout to swing them things, swing them things) We 'bout to throw them bows (show the boys not to talk like, uh) We 'bout to swing them things (swing them things, yeah) It's about to be a what? (Girlfight) Don't act like you don't know We're right outside your door (we right outside your door) See you peeking out the window (oh) I know you ain't talking noise no more (we 'bout to throw them bows) Don't act like you don't know (don't act like you don't know) We're right outside your door (we 'bout to swing them things) See you peeking out the window (oh) I know you ain't talking noise no more (bitch, come outside) (Subliminal) yeah Don't act like you don't see me (oh) It's about to be a girlfight
Writer(s): Christopher Stewart, Lamarquis Jefferson, Antwan Patton, Jonathan Smith, Derik Johnson, Valentine Brooke, Craig Love, Dorian Michelle Hardnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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