| ************************************************** | |
| ShETHER[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Remy Ma] | |
| Free Remy! | |
| (Word) | |
| You know what? Free Remy! | |
| Fuck you, Free Remy! | |
| (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) | |
| Are you dumb? | |
| You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) | |
| You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?) | |
| (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) | |
| Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, bitch? | |
| (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) | |
| [Hook] | |
| (I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER | |
| (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you | |
| (Not) Lipo your ass and belly | |
| (Lose) I prove you lost already | |
| They told you your whole career | |
| I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha! | |
| [Verse] | |
| I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb-ass | |
| It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass | |
| Talkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb as | |
| You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass | |
| Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons | |
| How you take my '09 jail tweet and run? | |
| Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns | |
| When the only shot you ever took was in your buns | |
| And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped | |
| He couldn't fuck you for three months because your ass dropped | |
| Now I don't think y'all understand how bad her ass got | |
| The implants that she had put in her ass popped | |
| I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box? | |
| Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top? | |
| Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?" | |
| He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop | |
| You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed | |
| But now that they freed Remy you don't sing the same tune | |
| Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves | |
| Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens | |
| Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid," | |
| But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunist | |
| Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit | |
| Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit | |
| But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit | |
| Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with? | |
| And we all know it was a beef that you started | |
| Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch retarded | |
| Now you gotta die, you dearly departed | |
| Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red carpet | |
| Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts | |
| Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards | |
| Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie | |
| Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi? | |
| After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci? | |
| Who next: Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie | |
| And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap | |
| The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap | |
| No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter | |
| And that's why this is my house; Flo Rida | |
| Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin' | |
| And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin' | |
| You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry | |
| You can't get a on line without Safaree | |
| Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond | |
| Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz | |
| Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro | |
| I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes | |
| They gassin' you up, but you been on E, though | |
| "Pills and Potions," yep, you been on E, ho | |
| Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit | |
| Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, bitch | |
| I'm supposed to be scared | |
| 'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back? | |
| I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped | |
| Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach | |
| Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack | |
| I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj? | |
| I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage | |
| I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie | |
| I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte | |
| Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge | |
| Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage | |
| You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch | |
| Only the kids believe in you; you St. Nick | |
| Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand it | |
| I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon | |
| How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood? | |
| Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?" | |
| That's Hannah Montana, she was always happy | |
| You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry | |
| Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough | |
| Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up | |
| I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me | |
| Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me | |
| You said you never fucked Wayne – how stupid I look, B? | |
| Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bully | |
| You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie | |
| 'Cause you was suckin' his dick and now he tired of your nookie | |
| You claimed you never fucked Drake | |
| Now that's where you took me | |
| You fucked the whole Empire – who you tryin' to be, Cookie? | |
| Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie | |
| To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy | |
| And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal | |
| Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic | |
| Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it | |
| Any videos, promotions come out of your budget | |
| Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it | |
| You make, like, 35 cents off of each ducat | |
| I own my masters, bitch, independent | |
| So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten | |
| Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him | |
| You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss like Rem | |
| You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet | |
| Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet | |
| I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch | |
| Talkin' shit about me to a deaf bitch | |
| And usually I have sympathy for the impaired | |
| But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea | |
| But you point your fingers at me? I’m the bad girl | |
| When she the one out here misleadin' the black girls? | |
| All these fake-asses influenced by that girl | |
| Dyin' from botched surgeries – what a sad world! | |
| But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob | |
| Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum squad | |
| And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz | |
| Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj | |
| You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul | |
| How you spendin' money to support a pedophile? | |
| He a walkin' dead man, sendin' threats to him | |
| I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken | |
| Talkin’ about your money long and your foreign sick | |
| Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics? | |
| You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick | |
| Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick | |
| Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants | |
| We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants | |
| Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers | |
| Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers | |
| VH1, watch this | |
| You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch | |
| [Outro] | |
| Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me | |
| That's on the set! | |
| You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record | |
| You tried it on your little freestyle | |
| They was both duds, just like every other one was duds | |
| Just like this last one was a dud | |
| But what you not gonna do is keep subbin' me | |
| Big… Pun! | |
| I send a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch! | |
| Will not lose! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Wake Me Up[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Remy duffed 'em | |
| I told you not to touch 'em, it's not up for discussion! | |
| All my clothes is custom, straight from France | |
| My hands like Mayweather's, all my friends 8 and better! | |
| I get a, lot of money, honey | |
| Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch | |
| Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch | |
| I'm his dream bitch | |
| Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch! | |
| [Hook: Lil' Kim] | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| You bitches ain't humble 'nough | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come! | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| These fake-ass bitches is done | |
| So wake me up early! | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch! | |
| You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit! | |
| Spray that fif', the crown, I'ma take that shit | |
| 'Cause you a clown and Homey don't play that shit! | |
| See, they ain't slick, be talkin' all cray and shit | |
| And then you see 'em, they be like that they ain't say that shit! | |
| I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit | |
| See, I got options, don't make me weigh them shits! | |
| I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish | |
| You just met him, how he bae that quick? | |
| I'll say it to your face, don't gotta relay that shit | |
| If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch! | |
| Take that trip, get money, make that lick | |
| Take your pick; that's your set, claim that clique! | |
| Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit | |
| If that's your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch! | |
| [Hook: Lil' Kim] | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| You bitches ain't humble 'nough | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come! | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| These fake-ass bitches is done | |
| So wake me up early! | |
| [Bridge: Lil' Kim] | |
| Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust | |
| Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! | |
| If Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust | |
| Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! | |
| If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust | |
| Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! | |
| If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust | |
| Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! | |
| [Hook: Lil' Kim] | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| You bitches ain't humble 'nough | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come! | |
| Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| Mmm, when the mornin' come | |
| These fake-ass bitches is done | |
| So wake me up early! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Another One[Intro] | |
| Funkmaster Flex night | |
| Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex | |
| Remy, not another one | |
| Why? | |
| Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again | |
| Rem! | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I guess you know now who the head bitch is | |
| I'm a savage, I be killin' dead bitches | |
| I bet you wish that you ain't never said shit | |
| Now they so busy shootin' videos and I'm like nah | |
| Where the fuck is your song? I mean, come on | |
| You know the pub want some bars, I'm Remy Ma- | |
| -Rgarito, I ain't sparrin' with you bozos | |
| My raps too hard and you Miguel Cotto, uh | |
| I swear to God, this chick a real fraud | |
| Bet you wonderin' how I know your problems? | |
| It's a lot of people that you really bothered | |
| They was sellin' footage and you know I bought it | |
| This ain't a little L, wait, wait | |
| You took a Big L, you diggin' in the crates, yeah | |
| I put you on the bench, you really press | |
| She was absent, an automatic F | |
| Waited four days, ma, where you been? | |
| I came here in the 'Rari playin' Lil' Kim | |
| Don't know what made you think that you could fuck with Rem | |
| But I guess this is what I gotta do to make ya spit | |
| [Hook] | |
| Already took a L, now you got another one | |
| I secure the bag, now I got another one | |
| I caught the W, now I got another one | |
| Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? | |
| (Another one) | |
| Already took a L, now you got another one | |
| I secure the bag, now I got another one | |
| I caught the W, now I got another one | |
| Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? | |
| (Another one) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Heard you callin' everyone | |
| Now call 'em back, 'cause I got another one | |
| Heard you was kiddin', sayin' I ain't havin' none | |
| But that's okay baby, 'cause now you my son | |
| They like, "Yo, Rem go in again" | |
| My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen | |
| You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe | |
| I kick a dead horse till it don't move | |
| Don't come around me, now I got the crown, see | |
| I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey | |
| The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B | |
| I better not ever hear you say anything about me | |
| I came from behind bars like a bottle girl | |
| No candy bars, I raise the bar, I'm like a bodybuild | |
| All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie | |
| Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty | |
| Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that? | |
| When it's dark and hell is hot, I'll DM your ex | |
| Sittin' here now like, "Who I'ma DM next?" | |
| I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr | |
| Get at me dog, DMX | |
| And I'm waitin' for a bitch to talk outta her neck | |
| 'Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts | |
| [Hook] | |
| Already took a L, now you got another one | |
| I secure the bag, now I got another one | |
| I caught the W, now I got another one | |
| Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? | |
| (Another one) | |
| Already took a L, now you got another one | |
| I secure the bag, now I got another one | |
| I caught the W, now I got another one | |
| Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? | |
| (Another one) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Conceited[Verse 1] | |
| See, this ain't nothin' that you used to | |
| Out of the ordinary, unusual | |
| You gotta have the mind state like I'm so great | |
| And can't nobody do it like you do | |
| Miraculous, phenomenal | |
| And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you | |
| Show no love, 'cause you's wassup | |
| Look at yourself in the mirror, like what the fuck | |
| Damn, I look good | |
| And can't nobody freak it like I could | |
| Yeah, okay, I got a little fat butt | |
| My shorty told me that he like it like that shit | |
| I'm happy, another me there never can be | |
| See, I'm so outstanding | |
| Don't care if they can't stand me | |
| I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy | |
| [Hook 1] | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearin' this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| See, I look too good to be drivin' that | |
| And I look too good to be buyin' that | |
| You know I look way too good to be tryin' that | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Now who's that peekin' in my window? | |
| Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse | |
| Baby I'm sorry, but I'm sexy | |
| And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see | |
| This kid that I'm waitin' on | |
| He said he love when my jeans look painted on | |
| With this tight white tee, you ain't quite like me | |
| Probably why I'm always gettin' hitted on | |
| Now shorty tryin' to push up on me like a Wonderbra | |
| Listen when I speak, I wouldn't want you to take it wrong | |
| Now, number one, I don't need you | |
| Your name's Q, I only see "u" when I see you | |
| Listen, two, you could never play me (why's that?) | |
| 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady | |
| Three, it's all about me | |
| I don't wanna talk about it | |
| If you'd like to hear it, here it go | |
| I wrote a song about it | |
| [Hook 2] | |
| See, I look too good to be fuckin' you | |
| And I look too good to be lovin' you | |
| You know I look way too good to be stuck with you | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| See, I look too good to be gettin' whipped | |
| And I look too good to be havin' kids | |
| You know I look way too good to be in a crib | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Oh, I know what I'm doin' | |
| I can't stop my body from movin' | |
| I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music | |
| He keeps watchin' me and he's about to lose it | |
| I'm droppin' it hotter than the drop it like it's hot | |
| "Face Down, Ass Up," on some Luke shit | |
| I'm outta control wit' it, dip it low, pick it up slow | |
| Poke it out, now roll wit' it | |
| My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit' it | |
| Now all I need is a room wit' a pole in it | |
| See, I look good and I'm knowin' it | |
| But I was never too proud to be showin' it | |
| [Hook 1] | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearin' this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| See, I look too good to be drivin' that | |
| And I look too good to be buyin' that | |
| You know I look way too good to be tryin' that | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| [Hook 2] | |
| See, I look too good to be fuckin' you | |
| And I look too good to be lovin' you | |
| You know I look way too good to be stuck with you | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| See I look too good to be gettin' whipped | |
| And I look too good to be havin' kids | |
| You know I look way too good to be in a crib | |
| I'm conceited, I got a reason | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Company[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Baby, what you want from me? | |
| I been gettin' money, I could really put you on your feet | |
| I was gettin' one visit, two phone calls, three showers a week | |
| Now I get like 90K for my voice just to touch the beat, but yo | |
| I will never ask you what you got for me | |
| I just want some sloppy, every couple days I want the D | |
| I don't need no E, I got some M's and now I got a G | |
| Can't explain the nueva, boy, it's somethin' you gotta see, but yeah | |
| [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] | |
| She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) | |
| She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) | |
| V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) | |
| Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) | |
| Lately I been runnin' out of company | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| Yeah, see, I'm a real bitch, real niggas fuck with me | |
| If I ain't send for you, bitch, then don't come for me | |
| Yeah, I'm gettin' money, hoe, I'm livin' comfortably | |
| You not a G and took a L, why? 'Cause you ugly | |
| I'm petty, it's fun to me, are you done? You dumb to me | |
| I be laughin', all these chicks is Jackson, they a dub to me | |
| I just bought another house, so now that makes that number 3 | |
| Now they call me marathon, because I really run the streets, yeah | |
| [Chorus: Remy Ma] | |
| He just want good vibes, she just need company (company) | |
| He don't go outside unless he come for me (come for me) | |
| V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me | |
| My baby said goodbye, now he don't fuck with me | |
| I ain't got no time for him, he tired of me (tired of me) | |
| Fuckin' with my mind, he tellin' lies to me (lies to me) | |
| Lately I been runnin' out of company | |
| My baby said goodbye, now he don't fuck with me, yeah | |
| [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] | |
| Baby, what you want from me? | |
| I can put you on, yeah, I can put you where you wanna be | |
| I ain't had no job, no 9 to 5, no, I was up the street | |
| Now I got that guap, now I'm a problem, I'm a fuckin' beast | |
| But wait, she just want good vibes, she just want company | |
| She just wanna wear my diamond chain so they can know that's me | |
| Every time she pull up in that V12, yeah, they know that's me | |
| She just scratched my whip, she said I'm fucked up, now that she's over me | |
| [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] | |
| She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) | |
| She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) | |
| V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) | |
| Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) | |
| Lately I been runnin' out of company | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| [Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Remy Ma] | |
| Baby, what you want from me? | |
| I can put you on, yeah, I can put you where you wanna be | |
| I was gettin' one visit, two phone calls, three showers a week | |
| Now I got that guap, now I'm a problem, I'm a fuckin' beast | |
| But wait I will never ask you what you got for me | |
| She just wanna wear my diamond chain so they can know that's me | |
| I don't need no E, I got some M's and now I got a G | |
| She just scratched my whip, she said I'm fucked up, now that she's over me | |
| [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] | |
| She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) | |
| She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) | |
| V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) | |
| Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) | |
| Lately I been runnin' out of company | |
| My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown)[Intro: Remy Ma] | |
| Pretty brown eyes | |
| You know! | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| I got that up north glow, body lookin' like cinnamon | |
| I'm runnin' shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament | |
| Fashion killer, Alaïa assassin | |
| Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard | |
| Got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin' | |
| Always fly, I stay in a cockpit | |
| I want it, I cop it, opened the door, then locked it | |
| Every time Remy touch the city, stop it | |
| [Chorus: Chris Brown] | |
| You're my pretty brown eyes | |
| They all on ya and they want you | |
| I know they need you in they life | |
| But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh | |
| Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me | |
| Saying what you wanna know | |
| With them pretty brown thighs | |
| Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| I'm a real writer, rap crown taker | |
| Ass so soft because it's not faker | |
| I can show you how to move in a room full of hoe bitches | |
| He met me and now he don't even know bitches | |
| I see, you be on IG | |
| I'm thick, you sick, damn, you need an IV | |
| Show me your ID 'cause I don't know you chicks | |
| You scared of heights (no?) | |
| Well then jump off my dick | |
| [Chorus: Chris Brown] | |
| You're my pretty brown eyes | |
| They all on ya and they want you | |
| I know they need you in they life | |
| But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh | |
| Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me | |
| Saying what you wanna know | |
| With them pretty brown thighs | |
| Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do | |
| [Verse 3: Chris Brown] | |
| You know I don't care, bring that ass right here for me | |
| Take it all off for me, baby, lemme see somethin' | |
| I know you the best for me, you're a real winner | |
| Baby girl, you bad as fuck, I'm a real nigga | |
| You know, you know, that I'll always be there for you | |
| Won't let you go, I'll always take care of you | |
| Because you're mine, pretty brown eyes | |
| [Chorus: Chris Brown] | |
| You're my pretty brown eyes | |
| They all on ya and they want you | |
| I know they need you in they life | |
| But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh | |
| Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me | |
| Saying what you wanna know | |
| With them pretty brown thighs | |
| Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Always[Verse 1:] | |
| One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me | |
| Realize that being single ain’t all what it seem to be | |
| Been around the while and I see the scenery | |
| But when I go to bed at night is you that I want sleep with me | |
| Here in my heart I truly not for nothing do believe | |
| I don’t need shelter, don’t need water, don’t need food to eat | |
| I don’t need clothes, I don’t need sleep, I don’t need air to breathe | |
| For me to live your love’s the only thing I ever need | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| And you ain’t never sleeping around right? (Right) | |
| You never treat me like a clown right? (Right) | |
| You ain’t never try to play me | |
| You my daddy I’m your baby | |
| I’m your queen I got the crown right? (Right) | |
| But you gonna always be around right? (Right) | |
| You gonna always help me down right? (Right) | |
| You gonna always really love me | |
| You won’t put no one above me | |
| I’m your queen I got the crown right? (Right) | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I look in your eyes there I see what happiness really means | |
| The love we share together makes us sweet as jellybeans | |
| Together forever yes 24 is you and me | |
| Just call us after A ‘cause we will always be | |
| This our love feels so right I know that it can’t be wrong | |
| This how I feel inside nah this just ain’t a song | |
| If they say infinity, I say that it is | |
| They say they couldn’t be alright because we are still going strong | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3]: | |
| When I look in your eyes there I see all that love should really be | |
| There’s no facade with us, you’re really you I’m really me | |
| I need you more and more each day your going’s a vacancy | |
| There’s nothing on this planet that can take you away from me | |
| You’re forever mine, and I’m forever yours | |
| They should have never said never we gonna weather the storm | |
| We’re like that raven in that poem, we forever more | |
| Our love got different meanings, we a metaphor | |
| [Chorus] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Hot Bitch (Hot Nigga Remix)[Intro: Remy Ma] | |
| See, this was a request | |
| I just came home, I'm trying to get this shmoney | |
| Attempted shmurder was the case that they gave me | |
| But this is literally shmurder she wrote | |
| Ah-ah-ah! | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| See Remy, I'm a hot bitch | |
| In my Fab voice: "You a THOT bitch!" | |
| Lloyd Banks, Jackpot bitch! | |
| And I told y'all I was coming for my spot bitch (Where my crown at?) | |
| See I'm trying to keep it hip hop bitch (Uh-huh) | |
| Remy Makaveli I could turn to Pac bitch (Thug Life!) | |
| I took it right back to the top bitch | |
| And if you disagree, then you could eat a cock bitch! | |
| I see y'all running 'round with ya ass out | |
| No make-up on, I could pull a Mac out | |
| I swear to God, all I do is spaz out (Yeah) | |
| I'm a 80's baby, grew up in the crack house! | |
| I been smacking bitches since the fifth grade | |
| Old ladies, I don't care about a bitch age | |
| My hood taught me how to Boogie Down and Bang Bang | |
| Hit these bird-brained bitches 'til their brains hang | |
| Shorty like the way a bitch boss out | |
| So he said he wanna dig my walls out | |
| Left him looking stupid with his balls out | |
| Cause I took his money and I walked out! | |
| Free Bremo[?] though, let all of my dawgs out | |
| I don't mess with fake bitches, kick them whores out (Her!) | |
| That's what got a bitch locked up in the dog pound (Yeah) | |
| Free Niqua too, let all of my broads out | |
| We gon' wear our heavy jewels with the rocks on 'em | |
| Ice dripping on these hoes, put a mop on 'em! | |
| I see they all mad, I got it locked on 'em | |
| See they don't respect anything 'til you popped on 'em | |
| Swiss cheese through your leotard | |
| Sending bitches to the E-R | |
| The BX know I goes so hard | |
| So I'ma do this one for the fucking Bronx! | |
| And bitch if it's a problem, we gon' snuff y'all (Bum bitch!) | |
| Smack the shit outta your baby moms (Done!) | |
| Said I got your baby pictures - I done raised y'all (Yeah!) | |
| Snatch your earrings out, pull the braids off | |
| Tell them niggas free Meek yo! | |
| Okaaay, free Max B. yo! | |
| They shoulda never let me go! (Nah) | |
| I just came home about a week ago! | |
| Fuck with me and get a pitaroll | |
| Sending all these bitches straight to Jesus yo! | |
| Everybody know how Remy roll (Yeah!) | |
| Bitches got me on my bully yo! | |
| I'm about to go Pun on 'em | |
| They can't fuck with me, I'm a nun on 'em | |
| Got me on that Murder One shit | |
| I'm a flea, you a bum bitch! | |
| (Right, I said it. Right, exactly. Ok yeah, ok yeah, ok yeah, Rem!) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| OOOUUU (Remix)[Verse: Remy Ma] | |
| Yeah, they hate, but them hoes know | |
| Remy got the city in a chokehold | |
| I got the slammer by my chooch, yo | |
| It shoot from anywhere; that's a GoPro | |
| Ayo, TT, where them hoes go? | |
| They scared to death for my solo | |
| Quick to smack a hoe, even Joe know | |
| Been doing that since he was spittin' "Flow Joe" | |
| Y'all fuck for free, that pussy promo | |
| Jermaine Dupri; your whole career is so-so | |
| All these bitches pressed in they throat though | |
| Soon as I flip callin' po-po | |
| I be on the same shit as Hov though | |
| Cock back, knock your man of your p-low | |
| Got the red Benz and the green Rov' | |
| I just copped two V's, like Vevo | |
| My husband told me never ever trust a snitch | |
| And you way smarter than them other chicks | |
| Years back, you was on the Most Wanted list | |
| But ever since you came home, you been runnin' shit | |
| And me and Crack just dropped some other shit | |
| Getting more money than the government | |
| Why she can't make another hit? | |
| Scared to come out, I got 'em punishment | |
| Ayo, Pap, who the hell is she? | |
| If she his wife, why she ain't got no wedding ring? | |
| Stripper hoe her diamonds, but she ebony | |
| For my chicks up in the pimp, pour some Hennessy | |
| If that's yo' man, why he step to me? | |
| You don't wanna know what he be tellin' me | |
| He a broke nigga, that's his pedigree | |
| You call him Gregory, I call him Beggary | |
| I don't open jaws for a boy | |
| But I got to war for my boy | |
| The fatty lookin' juicy; Biggie Smalls | |
| All eyes on me; 2Pac Shakur | |
| I'm a boss chick; Ricky Ross | |
| I'ma eat these bitches up, that's a course | |
| My game plan was simple: kill 'em all | |
| Why you think I put these bitches in the morgue? | |
| I just dropped the top on the Porsche | |
| I rock with Benjamin, you fuck with George | |
| Street money richer than the Forbes | |
| This for my scammer bitches in the stores | |
| For my bitches buyin' shit they can't afford | |
| For the dancers gettin' money off the floor | |
| For the bitches in the feds for that fraud | |
| For my chicks in the school study law | |
| [Outro: Young M.A] | |
| OOOUUU, OOOUUU | |
| These haters on my body, shake 'em off | |
| OOOUUU, OOOUUU | |
| Ahhhh, these haters on my body, shake em off | |
| OOOUUU, OOOUUU | |
| These haters on my body, shake 'em off | |
| I could never lose, what you thought? | |
| What they thought? | |
| I could never lose, what you thought? | |
| This Henny got me, it got me sauced | |
| This Henny got me, oh, it got me sauced | |
| I could never lose, what you thought? | |
| M.A got it on lock, man, of course | |
| OOOUUU, OOOUUU | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Hands Down[Chorus] | |
| [Yo Gotti] | |
| Doors up, doors down | |
| When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down | |
| Shorty thick as fuck, hands down | |
| Hands up, pants down | |
| Down, down, shorty fucking head down | |
| I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down | |
| Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town | |
| Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Niggas stand up, chicks stand down | |
| Cuz its bad bitches on deck when I'm around | |
| You see this nigga rich as fuck, hands down | |
| He throw bands up and bands come down | |
| (yeah)This dude be spending cash down | |
| I heard that he be tricking, but the nigga ain't a clown | |
| He usually do the redbone, tonight he want a brown | |
| He said the pussy so live these other bitches dead now | |
| Cuz when we laid up I lay it down | |
| When he in the pussy nigga swear he bout to drown | |
| Yeah, it be wet as fuck ,hands down | |
| With the legs up or with the legs down | |
| Tell them niggas! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Yo Gotti] | |
| Doors up, doors down | |
| When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down | |
| Shorty thick as fuck, hands down | |
| Hands up, pants down | |
| Down, down, shorty fucking head down | |
| I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down | |
| Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town | |
| Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down | |
| [Verse 2: Rick Ross] | |
| Post lil homie bond, now watch him do the Shmurda dance | |
| The cut a nigga yard that shit went down to 30-grand | |
| Fuck with Shaka Zulu in dem in Zimbabwe | |
| Fat boy, got 40 foreign's in the driveway | |
| A hundred bands in the back a make her recognize | |
| I never ask her name until we fuck a second time | |
| Standing still diamonds dancing in the summertime | |
| We all got ? coming down | |
| She be in my double R and I'm just runnin round | |
| That body boy punching bag and boy I run the South | |
| Bullet wounds all in his back or we gone gun you down | |
| Buying all the highest rises while the numbers down | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Yo Gotti] | |
| Doors up, doors down | |
| When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down | |
| Shorty thick as fuck, hands down | |
| Hands up, pants down | |
| Down, down, shorty fucking head down | |
| I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down | |
| Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town | |
| Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Feels So Good[Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| We up in this room, girl | |
| Puttin' it down on you | |
| And now you're pushin' back at me | |
| I don't want to let you leave | |
| But, baby girl, you feel so good | |
| And, little mama, that thing is so good | |
| And, girl, the way that you move is so good | |
| I wanna do it again, I wanna do it again (So good) | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Stop actin' crazy, I'ma keep it real | |
| See, I just need someone that gives me something I could feel | |
| Have a little small talk and a night on the town | |
| It could all be yours, can you go another round? | |
| Don't wanna lose you in it 'cause the groove is in it | |
| But it really don't matter long as you be in it | |
| Boo, what's gotten into you? Told you I got a interview | |
| But you wanna get intimate, why you tryna get in to it? | |
| [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| Baby, I know you got moves to make | |
| But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste | |
| I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe | |
| And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh | |
| [Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| We up in this room, girl | |
| Puttin' it down on you | |
| Now you're pushin' back at me | |
| I don't want to let you leave | |
| But, baby girl, you feel so good | |
| And, little mama, that thing is so good | |
| And, girl, the way that you move is so good | |
| I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good) | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| Yeah, you pushin' further and I'm seein' that you lovin' it | |
| I'm pushin' back and got you callin' out my government | |
| Like, reminisce, I'm really feelin' this | |
| And I don't like to kiss, but I really like ya lips | |
| See, I'm tryna hold it, but I can't control it | |
| My mind is tellin' me stop, but my body, it keeps goin' | |
| You want me to stay and I wish I could | |
| Another day but tell me why I should | |
| [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| Baby, I know you got moves to make | |
| But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste | |
| I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe | |
| And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh | |
| [Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| We up in this room, girl | |
| Puttin' it down on you | |
| And now you're pushin' back at me | |
| Don't want to let you leave | |
| 'Cause, baby girl, you feel so good | |
| And, little mama, that thing is so good | |
| And, girl, the way that you move is so good | |
| I wanna do it again and again and again (So good) | |
| [Verse 3: Remy Ma] | |
| It's so good you can't even keep your hands off | |
| So good you think you need to go and put ya mans on | |
| You got your Blackberry off and your phone vibratin' | |
| And all you wanna know is why my legs keep shakin' | |
| See, we both grown and I know when the feeling's right | |
| And what you sayin' is makin' me wanna spend the night | |
| And now I'm focused and I'm open 'cause ya notice me | |
| And I was hoping you'd say, "Can I take you home with me?" | |
| [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| Baby, I know you got moves to make | |
| But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste | |
| I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe | |
| And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh | |
| [Chorus: Ne-Yo] | |
| We up in this room, girl | |
| Puttin' it down on you | |
| And now you're pushin' back at me | |
| Don't want to let you leave | |
| 'Cause, little mama, that thing is so good | |
| And, baby girl, you feel so good | |
| And, girl, the way that you move is so good | |
| I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good) | |
| [Outro: Ne-Yo] | |
| We up in this room, girl | |
| Puttin' it down on you | |
| And now you're pushin' back at me | |
| I don't want to let you leave | |
| 'Cause, baby girl, you feel so good | |
| And little mama, that thing is so good | |
| And, girl, the way that you move is so good | |
| I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good), yeah | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Mask Off (Freestyle)[Chorus] | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet | |
| I burned you, your new name is Burnadette | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck | |
| [Verse I] | |
| Pulled up, riding in the Range | |
| You know you winning when your enemies is gang | |
| Fake models, hoes getting cute | |
| Don't hang yourself, tryna be up in the loop | |
| Red blouses, bangin' like Piru | |
| An animal, welcome to the Bronx zoo | |
| Here's your deposit, I know you gonna sue | |
| Ask about me, won't hesitate to shoot | |
| It's a shame, your whole click lames | |
| Who mans is this? | |
| What set this bitch claim? | |
| New York bitch, red bottom Timberlands | |
| Blood on 'Em, we ain't never gon be friends again | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet | |
| I burned you, your new name is Burnadette | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck | |
| [Verse II] | |
| I spit cracks | |
| I'm such a damn fiend | |
| Don't be the next contested on that Summer Jam screen | |
| I'm Latifah in Set it Off with that mask off in the bank | |
| Squeezing that woo-wop, I'm not Guwop | |
| But I keep it Gucci, you fake | |
| You a cop, yeah, you jake | |
| This inmate versus C.O | |
| This nightstick vesus ice pick | |
| It's parolee versus P.O | |
| It's handcuffs vesus can tops | |
| It's code D versus V.O | |
| You a half zip, I'm a kilo | |
| You DayDay, I'm Deebo | |
| I blow loud in blunt wraps | |
| You sniff coke off a C-note | |
| I'm Steph curry on a 3 point | |
| You Lebron James on a free throw | |
| Ain't no way, no way | |
| You fucking with me tho | |
| You dead wack, get your head cracked | |
| 4, 5, 6, bitch Cee-Lo | |
| Ain't no way, no way | |
| You fucking with me tho | |
| You dead wack, get your head cracked | |
| 4, 5, 6, bitch Cee-Lo | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet | |
| I burned you, your new name is Burnadette | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Blast off, fuck it, blast off | |
| Murder next, who Imma murder next | |
| Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Dying To Be Me[Chorus] | |
| I don't know | |
| And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny | |
| Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money | |
| Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch | |
| I'm good even when I'm baddest | |
| Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick | |
| I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick | |
| Can I get a moment of silence please? | |
| Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me | |
| Dying to be me, dying to be me | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Hair done, brows waxed | |
| Lashes laced, lips MAC'd | |
| Nails nice, toes match | |
| My clothes from Bergdorf Goodman, shoes from Saks | |
| Now the bag is dope, the jewels is crack | |
| And I pulled up in the what-the-fuck-is-that? | |
| And this pretty face really don't help | |
| It's practically masturbation the way I'm feelin' myself | |
| And I'm not alone, nah, the dudes be on me | |
| I mean when I'm regular in my Abercrombies | |
| Tank top, flip flops, no makeup, hardly | |
| They still can tell I got a body-ody | |
| I don't need no friends, I'm a one-bitch army | |
| They say I'm a ton of fun, like a walkin' party | |
| This is my prerogative like my name was Bobby | |
| Dial 646 that bitch, you wanna call me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't know | |
| And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny | |
| Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money | |
| Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch | |
| I'm good even when I'm baddest | |
| Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick | |
| I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick | |
| Can I get a moment of silence please? | |
| Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me | |
| Dying to be me, dying to be me | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I'm pretty, attitude shitty | |
| Do I think about care these hoes? Not really | |
| I mean really, I kinda understand | |
| No one likes the bitch that's fuckin' their man | |
| But damn I got swag and he's into fashion | |
| He said I be killin 'em, fatal attraction | |
| I'm a 1 + 9, call me MAC 10 | |
| You a 5, I'ma call you Jackson | |
| They say I talk mad shit, that's a fact | |
| But ain't none of these bum bitches smack me yet | |
| I be so lit, cute as ever | |
| I go all the places you could never | |
| My bag say GG or CC | |
| Some say MJ or CD | |
| A few got MK or LV | |
| Your bag say H&M or AMP | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't know | |
| And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny | |
| Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money | |
| Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch | |
| I'm good even when I'm baddest | |
| Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick | |
| I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick | |
| Can I get a moment of silence please? | |
| Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me | |
| Dying to be me, dying to be me | |
| [Bridge] | |
| I'm sittin' in the drop that look like cotton candy | |
| That's probably why they say they can't stand me | |
| Their man be all in me every time we fuck | |
| That's probably why they say they hate my guts | |
| My buzz is so crazy and they can't take it | |
| That's probably why they say I'm aggravatin' | |
| I'm killin' y'all broke bitches and all y'all hasbeens | |
| Put my condolences and flowers on your caskets | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't know | |
| And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny | |
| Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money | |
| Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch | |
| I'm good even when I'm baddest | |
| Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick | |
| I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick | |
| Can I get a moment of silence please? | |
| Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me | |
| Dying to be me, dying to be me | |
| ************************************************** | |
| When I See Her[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| January to December 12 months of the year | |
| 60 seconds in a minute it's a problem when I see her | |
| 7 days a week, alternate sides of the street | |
| I'm a drag that bitch like the mothafuckin' beat | |
| That's word to me I'ma smack her when I see her | |
| You the type to be like "I'ma ask her when I see her" | |
| And still be scared to death, you walk past her when you see her | |
| See I treat her like a check and straight cash her when I see her | |
| I'm a leave her when I see her, casadia when I see her | |
| "It's me bitches" yea Swiss beater when I see her | |
| See it's on when I see her, she a goner when I see her | |
| Word is bond I'm on her, I'm a stomp her when I see her | |
| I'm a put hands on her, I'm a snatch her when I see her | |
| Like my lil' cousin Pat say trash her when I see her | |
| These broads is garbage I be laughing when I see her | |
| They be copping pleas like "Rem what happened? " when I see her | |
| I don't question her when I see her, I address her when I see her | |
| Wash her up and permanently press her when I see her | |
| Apply pressure when I see her, disrespect her when I see her | |
| This is chess but I'm a chin check her when I see her | |
| I don't give a fuck yup! I'm a duff her when I see her | |
| I swear to my mother I'm a snuff her when I see her | |
| It's nothing when I see her, no it's something when I see her | |
| That bitch best bets to start running when I see her | |
| I dare her to talk back and start frontin when I see her | |
| I just might snap and start gunnin when I see her | |
| Now I'm a step to her like a grown woman when I see her | |
| Naw, I'm lying ya'll already know I'm dumbing when I see her | |
| Yeah I'm coming when I see her | |
| See it's over when I see her | |
| So don't act like I ain't never told ya'll when I see her | |
| I'ma Ether her like Nas did Hova when I see her | |
| And then come back like HOV, and take over when I see her | |
| Ya'll could call me Diddy cause I ain't stopping when I see her | |
| I ain't Lil Mama, but my lip gloss poppin' when I see her | |
| She ain't rocking when I see her, cause I'm rollin' when I see her | |
| I'm a have her whole fucking face swollen when I see her | |
| Rem! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Whuteva[Intro: Swizz Beatz] | |
| Are you ready! | |
| I need everybody to report to the dance floor | |
| Now (Remy Martin just stepped in the building) | |
| To all my ladies that don't need child support | |
| I need you to report to the dance floor right now | |
| All my niggas thats on the grind (echo:report to the dance floor right now) | |
| You on the grind right now | |
| We about to get it poppin in this motherfucker (Remy) | |
| Already told y'all what it is | |
| 1-swizzy | |
| 2-y'all gon'make me | |
| 1, 2 hands in the air !! | |
| [Hook: Remy and Swizz] | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| See if the God say get her I'mma get her | |
| I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her | |
| The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy | |
| Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (bitch) | |
| I'm R to the E-Z | |
| It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' | |
| I gets fly for no reason | |
| See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah | |
| See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz | |
| The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma starter | |
| See every damn day I ball | |
| My jeans is blue and grey like Seton Hall | |
| [Hook: Remy & Swizz] | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| [Verse 2: Remy] | |
| Yeah | |
| See Rem is a monster | |
| I'm raps MVP the star on the roster | |
| Officially a boogie-down Bronxer | |
| Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia | |
| My shits so butter they should call me Marge | |
| And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge | |
| And whuteva I say goes, so if I say NO | |
| Don't ask why I assume its because I say SO | |
| I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' new to me | |
| I'll run through ur lil' gated community | |
| You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper | |
| I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up | |
| [Hook: Remy & Swizz] | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| Whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| It's whuteva (get it poppin) | |
| [Verse 3: Remy] | |
| See this goes out to my B-X crew | |
| Put your hands up in the air if you feel me | |
| Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night | |
| Treat niggas like hoes | |
| It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze | |
| And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn | |
| People tryin' to make shit to make niggas bop | |
| I make shit they play then niggas get shot | |
| Put your right hand up, put your left hand up | |
| Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup | |
| And you already know the rules don't apply to us | |
| We gon' do what we do, it's 'Whuteva' 2 fuck | |
| We got that fly shit here we go | |
| Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the "Hypnotize" video | |
| Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher | |
| Now everybody light your lighters! | |
| [Repeat Hook: Remy & Swizz] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Black Love[Bridge: Tamia] | |
| With every passing moment | |
| Thoughts of you run through my head | |
| Everytime that I'm near you | |
| I realize that you're heaven sent, baby | |
| I think you're truly something special | |
| Just what my dreams are really made of | |
| Let's stay together, you and me boy | |
| There's not one like you around | |
| [Chorus: Tamia] | |
| I really like what you've done to me | |
| I can't really explain it, I'm so into you | |
| [Verse 2: (Papoose) + Remy Ma] | |
| (We gonna show ya'll the meaning of black love) | |
| When he havin' a bad day I fill up the bathtub | |
| (She put on the oven mitt, be cooking up mad grub) | |
| Got beef with a nigga, put on the black gloves | |
| (Who run the world?) | |
| Girls | |
| (Rem you buggin') | |
| Beside every great man, bae, is a good woman | |
| Anybody think differently gotta be a hater | |
| Name one good man | |
| (Will Smith) | |
| Jada | |
| (Mellow) | |
| Lala | |
| (Mandela) | |
| Winnie | |
| (Swiss) | |
| Alicia | |
| (2Pac) | |
| Afeni | |
| (TI) | |
| Tiny | |
| (Barrack) | |
| Michelle | |
| (What about Duane Wade?) | |
| Got Gabrielle | |
| (Nick) | |
| Mariah | |
| Wait that's about to end | |
| (They should stay together) | |
| Yeah, they could get counseling | |
| (Wiz) | |
| Amber | |
| (Yo I heard he deaded her) | |
| Then we gotta switch it up | |
| (Bow Wow) | |
| Erica | |
| (Martin) | |
| Coretta | |
| (Biggie) | |
| Voletta | |
| (Jay-Z) | |
| Beyonce | |
| (Kanye) | |
| Kim K | |
| (Papoose) | |
| Remy | |
| That's black love every day | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3: Tamia] | |
| It could be the way that you hold me | |
| It could be the things that you say | |
| Oh I'm not too sure what it is boy | |
| But I know I like feeling this way | |
| [Bridge] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 4: Tamia] | |
| Oh I really like | |
| What I feel when I'm with you | |
| Your a dream come true | |
| Don't you ever leave my side | |
| Cuz it feels so right | |
| [Chorus] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Remy Ma & Papoose Freestyle on Flex | Freestyle #027Y'all had to listen to garbage I know y'all glad remy back | |
| Getting that paper, that bag | |
| You're not bad you're doing bad | |
| Mad cause I'm not mad | |
| Can't take you serious, period | |
| You live in your moms pad | |
| Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared | |
| Bitch I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here | |
| Been killing kids while they nap, since daycare | |
| I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair | |
| When niggas ask me to spit, they know what I'm bout to do | |
| When they ask you to spit, they wanna see what that mouth do | |
| When I talk greasy trust it ain't about you | |
| I don't shade, I say names you don't want me to shout you | |
| Every bar is a bar, bitch what you know bout that | |
| They calling me bars bitch or kit kat | |
| You get that | |
| You broads never go hard on a rap | |
| Okay, maybe once or twice but you ain't all of that | |
| See your whole style, bitten | |
| Pieces ain't hitting | |
| When I said it was written, I was talking bout y'all bitches | |
| Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you | |
| When I could knock the whole fucking board off the table | |
| See I been the difference I don't do the shit they do | |
| When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you bitches k2 | |
| Im straight remy no chase boo | |
| And y'all a bunch of old birds, y'all just grey goose | |
| I'm probably the only chick that make flex drop bombs | |
| Got more punchlines than thirsty niggas at prom | |
| I ain't gotta fraud for you, black love be how I live | |
| Before I made it cool you was HOP positive | |
| I put you on punishment, now I gotta beat yo ass | |
| You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad | |
| All this talk about my and your son | |
| I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, bitch I am the sun | |
| Wanted to be an icon, ended up like Akon | |
| They finally let me out now I'm an XCON | |
| Everybody ratting, I really need some d con | |
| Told flex put the beat on, so I can go pecan | |
| I showed hoes the way, I'm the light, I'm the beacon | |
| Looking for that real bitch, I'm the one that y'all seek on | |
| I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all bitches really haters over there shooting blanks | |
| But who knows, you might really hit something one day | |
| But right now, your shit is weaker than Monday through Sunday | |
| I'll take your wig off, no literally take your wig off | |
| It's funny when she's talking tough, cause we know the bitch soft | |
| And if she soft you sophomore | |
| That's why I school freshmans and juniors, but let me tell y'all what for | |
| Cause at 3 us, 2 can shoot the one | |
| I'm 195 ten you little bitches is done | |
| I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage | |
| NEW York city I'm in the center like javage | |
| Now this the part where I talk shit, I know y'all hate that | |
| This part not about bars, it's just all straight facts | |
| In 2 years, no album, no solo single, no tour | |
| 3 million followers and got 2 BET awards | |
| Got the album of the summer, independent and the shit popped | |
| Legitimized an entire franchise of love and hip hop | |
| Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice | |
| Had Hov on my remix, deadass I am nice | |
| Appointed black love, I made it cool to be cuffing | |
| I body every beat I touch and then I married my husband | |
| Brought NEW York rap back, rapping how I really rap | |
| Bodied summer jam twice, what you know about that | |
| Two soul train awards, yeah female rap changing it | |
| And yesterday I woke up to two Grammy nominations, FACTS | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Go In Go Off[Spoken Intro] | |
| I mean what yall want me to do? | |
| Yall want me to go off? Or do yall want me to go in? | |
| [Verse] | |
| Blackjack | |
| I got a Ace and a 9 | |
| And I'm still like hit me | |
| She don't write her rhymes, he fed her lines like Britney | |
| I don't need a shooter, I'm the shooter | |
| Come get me | |
| Got a 9mm resting on my right kidney | |
| This for everybody that was claiming that they miss me | |
| My footwear crispy, flyer than a frisbee | |
| Keep a Papermate and some college-rule with me | |
| But can still come off the head, like a 59-fifty | |
| Get that heroin from Houston, so I call it Whitney | |
| It makes the fiends scream, so I call the fiends Sidney | |
| Shoot at cha' crib, and I don't mean where ya live see | |
| I mean the crib where ya motherfucking kids sleep | |
| You a square like that ugly ass Benz jeep | |
| I'm more hood than the Ku Klux Klan sheet | |
| I'ma sit on the throne, since hoes can't stand me | |
| Ain't leaving till they call to outs me 7 Grammy's | |
| Can't nobody tell me, I don't does this | |
| I need some Hammer pants, cuz can't no bitch touch this | |
| Caught yall red handed, all yall bitches is busted | |
| My flow sick, nauseous ,disgusting | |
| My mic sounds nice, I just had to dust it | |
| The rap game twisted, I'm here to adjust it | |
| I know yall flustered ,Yall panties is bunching | |
| Yall know Remy wrap hoes for breakfast, dinner, lunch | |
| But, if yall play nice with me in the sandbox | |
| I'll let yall pussies breathe | |
| No need for Tampons | |
| But if you wanna bleed ma welcome to JamRock | |
| I just did six years, bitch I'm nice with a can top | |
| All yall hoes coochi none of yall won't pop | |
| Why yall was in Gucci, she was in gun shops | |
| Get accidentally shot, she keep her gun cocked | |
| She got so many sons bitch she need sunblock | |
| Sunglasses, and UV protection | |
| She come so hard, they should call it erection | |
| Yeah, that girl dope this a lethal injection | |
| She fucking with the kids they all getting molested | |
| They say Rem is the best | |
| These other bitches is cool | |
| But, Rem ain't eat em up these other bitches is food | |
| Just speak your price, she'll easily finish her | |
| Shes so nice, she spit like Chris and em' | |
| Chris "KRS-One", Christopher "Big Pun" | |
| Yes, Sheezus Christ, she'll just christen em | |
| Bitches so thirsty, need for me to quenching em | |
| They all washed up, so really she just rinsing em | |
| Out in Beverly Hills, She be Fresh Prince'n em | |
| Hoes don't exist to her, She don't even mention em | |
| Bitches can't play with her, they coach is straight benching em | |
| Tell them hoes hang it up, The girl is straight lynching em | |
| They say I'm Project pretty, ghetto, high, siddity | |
| And every hood chick wannabe like Remy | |
| They say I walk and I talk like New York City | |
| Ok, motherfucker so what's really? | |
| These bitches ain't doing nothing, I gets busy | |
| Cheap deck a ho can get smacked silly | |
| But on the contrary , I packs the mack Milli | |
| And believe when my gun pop, it's gone be a head shot | |
| They locked me up, yeah they gave Rem a pen | |
| But they fucked up when they gave Rem a pen | |
| No studio, so I was holding them | |
| But as soon as I got out | |
| I started going fucking in bitch! | |
| [Spoken Outro] | |
| Yo, hand me my motherfucking Pelle Jacket | |
| I'm off this | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Truffle Butter (Remix)[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) | |
| Thinking out loud | |
| Yall know I got the 4-fizzy on me right now | |
| People keep saying ,"Rem you need to drop a record" | |
| I'm like in a minute let me body bitches records | |
| Yea, for the millions I will kill these pop hoes | |
| Ain't no one in these streets like me and potholes | |
| Bout to put yall all out of business, shop closed | |
| And since I dropped Hot Bitch all these chicks den got cold | |
| I'm around wassup?, I don't care right now | |
| Five 40-inch bundles in my hair right now | |
| Whoa, do you feel me? | |
| I'm a real one fake ones fear me | |
| I might fly out to your hood if they clear me | |
| Ain't met a rapper chick yet that ain't scared of me | |
| You talk tough but I really did a sentence | |
| In black ink , your fingers never been printed | |
| Showing black love post, I invented | |
| You be dragging it ma, I'm authentic | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| Yo, eat em like chow | |
| Like Nas said in Ether "yall love my style" | |
| But niggas in the streets and the niggas locked down | |
| Ever need a shooter, they got me on speed dial | |
| Makaveli still here, ain't a killer but don't push me | |
| Violate em like parole | |
| They let me out the pen (Why?) | |
| To put them bitches in the coffin | |
| Cuz she a lil ho, black eyes like a raccoon | |
| Knockout, leave her snoring | |
| Leave ya head full of blood, girl | |
| You should join a rap group | |
| Cause as a soloist you boring | |
| I'm a female God, on my Wu-Tang cash rules | |
| Yall hoes is retarded, live wire no shortage | |
| She'll be smokin' crack soon | |
| Bitches loving me like sausage, hottest chick on the market | |
| I'm the hardest smartest goddess regardless | |
| Walk with revolvers, you pressing charges | |
| Born in the projects, with the cops & robbers | |
| In the Bronx we bombers, Remy Mafia mobbin' | |
| You know | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Thug Love[Intro] | |
| Let me make love, love to you | |
| Let me thrill you with my song | |
| Let me replace the love and the faith | |
| [Hook: Big Pun] | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug right now? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug's lifestyle? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| Right now, right now, right now? | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Could it be, it can't be, hun I'm callin' ya bluff | |
| I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't fallin' in love | |
| All that I ever dreamed of was fuckin' a thug | |
| So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs | |
| Be up in the Benz, chillin', rollin' ya blunts | |
| Have the Spanish mommies illin' cause I'm sittin' in front | |
| And niggas on the block sick like "Whatchu doin' wit' that spic?" | |
| Y'all don't know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids? | |
| Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips | |
| If it's a boy, hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick | |
| Shit, to tell the truth, with you I know I'm safe | |
| 'Cause if another nigga frontin' he'll get blown in his face | |
| And I like that | |
| You give me love and I give it right back | |
| But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back | |
| Hun, you got dough, but you know I got a nice stack | |
| So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back | |
| I just throw on some lipstick and The Stylistics "Break Up to Make Up" | |
| And you know I hook a steak up | |
| Take you breakfast in bed, nigga, soon as you wake up | |
| Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob | |
| Lovin' the way I do this for you | |
| And every kiss that I blew, Papi Chu', was a kiss for you | |
| Stayed true, faithful, and you can never say I played you | |
| Cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you | |
| [Hook: Big Pun] | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug right now? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug's lifestyle? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| Right now, right now, right now? | |
| [Verse 2: Big Pun and (Remy Ma)] | |
| I swept you off ya feet, you was just walkin', crossin' the street | |
| Said "Was you talkin' to me or was it my boys in my jeep?" | |
| She said "Either or", said she loved the way I play ball | |
| Go after the bigger niggas even though they was twice as tall | |
| Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawers | |
| Up North style right next to ma balls | |
| Just the little things would impress her a lot | |
| Like when I let her sit in my Lex' tryna guess where where the stash is | |
| God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix | |
| She thought "morena" was an Indian Twist | |
| She had the cinnamon lips, match of rimmy and crisp | |
| Thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips | |
| I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me | |
| But like Donell, shorty had eyes for me | |
| It's a quarter past one, but that's another song, what was wrong? | |
| Why you took so long to put a brotha on? | |
| It wasn't long before we start Bumpin' and Grindin' | |
| Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming | |
| Bustin' her hymen, the slightest touch when I bust had her cryin' | |
| Her bus went by and she was already up in there rydin' | |
| Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the back of the Porsche | |
| Whose pussy is this? | |
| (Come on daddy, it's yours) | |
| [Hook: Big Pun] | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug right now? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| With a thug's lifestyle? | |
| Could it be you're fallin' in love | |
| Right now, right now, right now? | |
| ************************************************** | |
| My ShitI'm in my bag now | |
| I'm in my bag now | |
| Bitches really mad now | |
| I know these bitches really mad now | |
| They let me back out | |
| Them bitches sat down | |
| They was frontin', talking mad loud | |
| They in the back now | |
| I brought these bitches Glad bags now | |
| They in the trash now | |
| My Himalayan Birkin Bag two hundred-thou cash now | |
| N-Now I'm sitting in the club with a different bag now | |
| If Pap knew how much it was, he would fucking pass out | |
| See, I never gave a fuck | |
| In them quicker spazz out | |
| I'll exaggerate a bitch and she gon' get dragged out | |
| Pretty Remy with the semi, yeah the queen walked in | |
| 'Least I never bite and hold you, these bitches barking | |
| Same bitches shut the fuck up when the girl is talking | |
| Yeah, they all pussy, they don't want no fucking problems | |
| See, they really think they fly, but mami where your clothes at? | |
| Where your Gannis, Where your 'sace, Where your Moschino at? | |
| Where your Louis', Where your 'seppes, Where your KimZo at? | |
| I see your edges is a dub, them shits will never grow back | |
| Now everytime they play this song, they gon' think it's my shit | |
| (My shit, my shit) | |
| Cause I just bodied it | |
| And I know they know what's up, this is Remy Ma bitch | |
| (Ma bitch, Ma bitch) | |
| Yeah I just bodied it | |
| (Bodied it, Bodied it, Bodied it) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| She’s GoneWhat? | |
| You mean I'm ya second favorite famale rapper.. | |
| You crazy? | |
| I'm better than most niggas...Suck my dick | |
| [Verse one] | |
| There ain't a bitch as ill as me, no bitch as real as me | |
| Shit, I live where the stealers, drug dealers, killers be | |
| Don't give a fuck what y'all mothafuckas think of me | |
| So fuckin what, fuck a slut if she ain't feelin me | |
| If you a real bitch, then you love my shit | |
| Turn out the lights, get ya man and fuck to my shit | |
| Ride that dick, make him eat yo shit | |
| Bust ya nut ma, light a blunt to my shit | |
| I think it's some truth to that sex sells shit | |
| Cuz bitches is so pussy...niggas is just dicks (shit) | |
| I'm so sicking, don't think cuz I smoke a lil more | |
| Than alotta weed that I'm slippin | |
| As long as hoes is still strippin, my flow is still flippin | |
| Jewels'll keep drippin | |
| And I'mma keep comin' through in that six wit the seats back shipment | |
| Stop trippin bitch, cuz when I stop you lookin | |
| It's no need for the ice grill you not in Brooklyn | |
| Go 'head and act fool like you really wanna step to this | |
| And I'mma put the tool right between ya two breasttess | |
| And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless | |
| [Hook] | |
| Young but I done did to | |
| Too much shit | |
| I smoke like an O a day | |
| Nothing but the Dro and Haze | |
| So you know I feel no pain | |
| Now I gotta go away | |
| [Dude talking] | |
| Remy Ma | |
| Offcial fuckin beat bodier | |
| Who the fuck want it? | |
| Niggas? Bitchez? | |
| The fuckin Bronx savior | |
| The Queen of N.Y | |
| The game's changing | |
| She be on the rap for ya'll bitches | |
| This doobie ya heard | |
| BX dont get it twisted | |
| Home of the killers, the dealers, the bombers and Remy | |
| Martin..Rep that | |
| [Verse two] | |
| See I be trying not to swear to God | |
| But I swear mothafuckas gon hear the squad | |
| Y'all betta fear the Prospect and Joe the God | |
| Armageddon, Tony Sunshine and Remy Ma | |
| About to take over the world already run the Bronx | |
| And if it wasn't for P, we couldn't be | |
| So bless his heart, bless his soul | |
| Make he rest in peace | |
| Can I get a lil moment of silence please... | |
| I never let him see me stress | |
| Don't never try to disrespect | |
| Nigga I eat, shit, sleep and breath TS | |
| And if I love a nigga, Remy love a nigga ta death | |
| [Hook] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Madness[Intro] | |
| [Hook] | |
| Bitches talking shit when I was gone | |
| See they quiet now that Remy home | |
| Talking tough but they fear me though | |
| All these lil bitches ratchet | |
| Me I really bust my ratchet ask around I really clap it | |
| All these fat transfer implanted bitches all they do is ass clapping | |
| Could of took her little dirty snotty nose kids turned them into bastards | |
| I could of turned her to cabbage | |
| I could of put her in a casket yall prolly mad I'm still rapping | |
| I know yall mad I'm still laughing | |
| I'm the realist bitch after reality tv I'm going to acting | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Yall know how I give it up I never really gave a fuck | |
| On parole smoking blunts my piffs clean and a cup | |
| See these hoes can't trust him | |
| Hoe fucked your cousin then you went and cuffed it | |
| These niggas digusting these bitches disgusting | |
| I don't want to discuss it | |
| I violate these chicks cause these bitches soft | |
| I spit on the dick then I lick it off | |
| I'm the best of both worlds nigga I'm not the average girl nigga | |
| Throwing shots but you not a killer | |
| These bitches death I don't hear em | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I be ignoring hoes don't come for me if I ain't send for you | |
| I'm a go so hard on these bitches that | |
| Motherfuckers forget to remember you | |
| Bitches can't say I try to be friends with you | |
| But you gone make me put a end to you | |
| Trust you dont want smoke with me | |
| Cause you gone go home where you supposed to be | |
| You keep playing I'll smack a hoe | |
| My shit be laying, a bitch got bundles look how it swinging They call me Rapunzel, Azealia Banks miss 212 | |
| Tell me what the fuck you wanna do? | |
| 20K for a walk thru all yall bitches run through wonder why niggas dont want you | |
| Wack bitch! | |
| [Hook] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Rem Trippin[Intro] | |
| Y'all know this my type of shit right? | |
| Remy Ma | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out | |
| Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out | |
| Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch | |
| Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out | |
| Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out | |
| Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out | |
| Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch | |
| Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out | |
| [Verse] | |
| I’m so different from you bitches | |
| Look good in real life, you look good in pictures | |
| Got my own money but I still get his | |
| Got sidechick pussy with wife privileges | |
| I post on the Gram and she be sick | |
| But I don’t want your man, I just need dick | |
| Maybe a bag or two, fuck the bullshit | |
| Perhaps a lil sloppy toppy with his full lips | |
| Mommy’s home, now they all dubs | |
| It’s on sight, stay away from all clubs | |
| Said Mommy’s home, now they all dubs | |
| It’s on sight, you should stay away from all clubs | |
| I’m a real bitch and they all fake, the hood feel me | |
| They fuck with Remy, yeah the long way | |
| Its litty, I run the city, I hear that all day | |
| Sitting pretty, I’m booking busy, that’s what they all say | |
| She mad, her friend mad, I’m pickin' up bags | |
| Your money low, it's coming slow, they switching up fast | |
| Snatch your wig, now she sick, need a urologist | |
| You was cold, now you cold, yeah you fucking bricked | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out | |
| Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out | |
| Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch | |
| Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out | |
| Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out | |
| Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out | |
| Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch | |
| Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Bilingual[Intro: Ivy Queen] | |
| Oye rrraaa | |
| Yo vamo' hacerlo | |
| Boricua | |
| Vamo' hacerlo | |
| [Verse 1- Remy Ma] | |
| I'm a one bitch army, y'all could hardly call me | |
| So imagine when I team up with the Puerto rican Barbie | |
| It's gon' be armed see, I'm so from the Bronx being | |
| All I really wanna see is blood on the concrete | |
| Bodies in bags and flowers on caskets | |
| Corpses swarmin' wit flies and maggots | |
| Innocent girls and boys turn into bastards | |
| I want bitches to die deaths that are tragic | |
| And niggas fucked in they ass, turned into faggots | |
| They balls cut off and mailed to they parents | |
| See I don't give a fuck I'm a muthafuckin' savage | |
| Now ya'll tell me what bitch is the baddest | |
| Miss Remy con la queen you need fire tu sabes | |
| Fuego esta aqui | |
| Vete pal carajo nigga far from me | |
| No es dificil pa' ver it ain't hard to see | |
| A four clip in the extra yo soy la mierda | |
| Tate quieta, this bitch got a bad temper | |
| Respeta puta no pueda joder con nosotras | |
| Un mierda! | |
| [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] | |
| [Remy Ma] | |
| CMPR niggas meant to, the Bronx is where they went to | |
| I'mma show ya'll mafuckaz how to rhyme bilingual | |
| [Ivy Queen] | |
| Que llego la diva la caballota | |
| Si preguntas en la calle soy la que te explota | |
| [Remy Ma] | |
| CMPR niggas meant to, the Bronx is where they went to | |
| I'mma show ya'll mafuckaz how to rhyme bilingual | |
| [Ivy Queen] | |
| Tu no querías mas aqui que me tienes | |
| Dale dale ahora ahora nene | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| The girl is not to be fucked with | |
| See I don't give a fuck | |
| There's not a pussy on this planet that can't be fucked | |
| Bitches don't exist to me, they all cum faced sluts | |
| How much room in your mouth for my name with all that dick you suck | |
| And your husband's a homo, he loves to get stuck | |
| Like dildos and vibrators shoved in his butt | |
| We ran trizz on his lips and made him dress up | |
| And I got it on tape, we straight fuckin' raped him | |
| Don't get it confused see I hate male groupies | |
| Pero he's willin' then I'm ready to take the opportunity | |
| My bitches is the illest so really we don't gotta care | |
| Vete pa la mierda, nigga get the fuck out of here | |
| Yo no juego, nigga I don't play | |
| What I'm capable of, I don't know, yo no se | |
| Remy Ma, I keeps the gun cocked in the auto | |
| Miss Ivy Queen please canta la coro | |
| [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] | |
| [Verse 3: Ivy Queen] | |
| Ms. Remy con la Queen | |
| Ahora nos vamo' a fuego | |
| Este es mi estreno duro como un trueno | |
| Cocoroca | |
| La isla del encato | |
| Volando en canto | |
| Y sacarle con su llanto | |
| A sangre fria | |
| Mis quilas tienen crias | |
| Jodedora por si tu no lo sabias | |
| QUEEN llega | |
| A escena | |
| Dan pena | |
| Con las locas que van nebuleando | |
| Yo soy de la calle si me estas buscando | |
| Ando con par de locos pa verte brincando | |
| So no te ajores, no te desesperes mere | |
| Yo tengo el control con las mujeres | |
| Muchas me odian otras me quieren | |
| Vendo mis discos | |
| Y tengo mis bienes | |
| Rrraaa | |
| Remy get ready | |
| Everybody Go rock Steady Go rock Steady | |
| [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Poppin ’ (Freestyle)[Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| If a bitch get outta place I'ma beat ha ass up | |
| Ice grill on her face Im'a heat ha ass up | |
| These little freaks they geeked and gassed up | |
| Dump clips in they whip while they at the gas pump | |
| You ain't wifey material just a fast fuck | |
| A pop bungee cord you just a bad jump | |
| Who's really the best female if Rem ain't there? | |
| If theres a answer to that its cuz Rem ain't there | |
| Imma spell it out for you to make it clear | |
| I ain't tryna be ya bestie I'm just the b-e-s-t, flow cold on ice I'm Wayne redski | |
| I'm sick, sneeze on you bitches God bless me | |
| The queen done studied you hoes, Who wanna test me? | |
| Its chess , not checkers I'm in the box you ain't check me | |
| Bitch i spits tighter than Stretchies | |
| And your comments get returned to sender cuz yall dont address me | |
| Couple of indirects , a few subliminals, you'll get wet up a 2 piece you a fucking swimming suit | |
| Ayo I'm nice with a marker a pencil or pen | |
| Bitch give me a piece of chalk and I'ma go in | |
| I'm so hard these broads dont flow like Rem | |
| I mean I got more bars than the jail I was in | |
| More songs than Trey, yeah call me Trigga | |
| Cuz according to New York State law I'm an attempted killer but | |
| Truthfully I ain't try to murder that bitch | |
| I just wanted them to give me back my shit | |
| Everybody say that these hoes sound like Rem | |
| But when u really think about it im nothing like them | |
| See they blew up fast, I'll blow a bitch quick | |
| They talk about they ass I just spit that shit | |
| Ion want homage you ain't gotta salute me | |
| These bitches know I really rap and I smack the pins out cha doobie | |
| Keep something cocked or copped in the Louis I gotta right to bear arms I'm Huey | |
| Directors pressing me for a Remy Ma movie | |
| Heard I shot someone now they all wanna shoot me | |
| You ain't do a bid, you was out on bail and | |
| You wasn't in prison bitch you was in jail | |
| Big difference word to my innocence | |
| Most of these so called killers ain't never get fingerprints | |
| Ain't glorifying crime I love my freedom | |
| I ain't a gynecologist but I know pussies when I see em | |
| Catch em in the booking so easy to read em | |
| Screaming fuck the police like I'm straight outta Compton | |
| Not you , you been on my dick yeah condom | |
| Ether any one of these bitches yes Nas em | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Everyday I’m Fuckin HimEvery day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm, Everyday I'm | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm, Everyday I'm | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Fuckin him, Fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Who that rappin chick from the Bronx, the queen of NY | |
| Hair half black and half blonde, that's Remy Ma | |
| I give 'em head I give 'em twigh I give 'em crack | |
| I keep 'em comin back (what) I keep 'em comin back (what) | |
| I'm into rough sex (rough sex), you can tie me up (tie me up) | |
| And if I'm running late my nigga probably tie me up | |
| I know Janet Jackme (Janet Jackme), Heather Hunter (Heather Hunter) | |
| The real heather hunter, she done fucked 100 brothers | |
| Don't want no Lil Jon's (nah) this ain't TNT | |
| I need a anaconda, we can make a DVD | |
| Yep, my ass fat, my tities right | |
| My pussy wet, so you know he wanna pipe | |
| He said he love it when I ride him like I ride a bike | |
| I say if you ride a dick, bitch you betta ride it right | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm, Everyday I'm | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| Every day I'm, Everyday I'm | |
| Every day I'm fuckin him | |
| I'm not a porno star, but I'm like a porno star | |
| Dick be real hard, dick be dick be real hard | |
| I fucked him raw (you fucked him raw), I fucked him raw (yeah) | |
| Dick be real hard, dick be dick be real hard | |
| Yall aint never heard Remy Ma talking all this dirty talk | |
| I'm like the breast cancer marathon because I run New York | |
| My shoes is sick and I got the meanest walk | |
| But at any given moment I'll buy out the sneaker store | |
| Seeing me in person is like seein someone you never seen before | |
| TV does me no justice, plus I'm above the law | |
| Don't know bout them other broads | |
| Them boo butt slut bag whores | |
| I got some good pussy, shorty call me good pussy | |
| I got a good pussy, and a bad dog | |
| A swimming pool and a hammock in my back yard | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Gangsta Bitch[Hook](x2) | |
| You ain't never hear me snitch | |
| I live the code of the street, I'm a gangster bitch | |
| I hold my own, I hold my own | |
| Hold my own, I hold my own | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I like my beat down low | |
| Top back in my whip | |
| I got my hate up lockers on just to puff in my pip | |
| The truth is we selling me or Remy, you that bitch | |
| And I be high | |
| I roll the windows down like yeah, yeah I know that shit | |
| Only fuck with gangster niggas cause I'm a gangster bitch | |
| And Remy Ma is straight cash, you gotta check your shit | |
| You pussy | |
| I get you robbed, even though I'm rich | |
| I'm disrespectful, tell your mom yous' a son of a bitch | |
| I'm a international hustler, if you want it I got it | |
| I'm talking import, export, my passport is poppin' | |
| But I'm cautious of who's coppin' | |
| Cause I don't mean that pretty bitches is fallin' when I be sayin' [?] is, drop it | |
| Nigga | |
| [Hook](x2) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I do my dirt all by my [?], why you bastards hatin' | |
| I hold my own like I'm masturbatin' | |
| And no, I don't have a statement, no | |
| I'm not signing my name on no [?] | |
| No accusations or allegations, no | |
| I can't help with the applications, no | |
| I don't have any information | |
| And y'all can label me as uncooperative | |
| Rats in the garden and the apple is rottin' | |
| See the avenues is listening, the streets is watchin' | |
| But I live by the code and I'mma die by the code | |
| And can't nobody say that Remy ever told me nothin' | |
| [Hook](x2) | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Where my niggas at? | |
| Roll on a nigga cause he told on you nigga | |
| Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air | |
| Yeah and if you'll split, you a nigga cause he snitched on you nigga | |
| Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air | |
| Yeah and if you stab, you a nigga, cause he [?] on you nigga | |
| Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air | |
| Yeah and if you kill, you a nigga, cause he squealed on you nigga | |
| Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air | |
| I'm a gangster bitch | |
| [Hook](x2) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Blasremy[Intro] | |
| Here ye, here ye all rise | |
| The Queen of NY | |
| Remy Ma | |
| The BX Savior | |
| Shesus Khryst | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I'm the best none before | |
| None should come after me | |
| Talking against Rem now that's blasremy | |
| I'm the best none before none should come after me | |
| Talking against Rem, now that's Blasphemy | |
| [Verse 1: Remy] | |
| It's like I caught a case now these little bitches wanna dumb up | |
| Think I was Fendi the way these little bitches wanna come up | |
| They mad cuz I'm a ten and I'm getting Dinero | |
| I ain't deep freeze but I know these hoes Sub-zero | |
| P-p-pussies is loose I wanna let my niggas loose | |
| But I already know that these rappers is pussy | |
| It ain't Houstoun fire crotch | |
| Baldheaded bitch better mind her fucking business (whoeva) | |
| Niggas is rats and these bitches is mouses | |
| Matter fact shout out to all my bitches in the pink houses | |
| I be in the studio writing puffin' on trees | |
| Yall be in precinct, crying talking to the D | |
| So please it's me bitches Shesus Christ | |
| It's Blasremy, saying she's this nice so keep advice back when they'll leave her alone | |
| I'm like the stadium in Katrina I ain't got all of my dome | |
| So how the fuck you think you get me mad by calling my phone | |
| When I answer it and let you hear ya man fucking and moaning | |
| It's 5 in the morning , don't you got somewhere to be going? | |
| Some type of J-O-B or place of appointment? | |
| Bitch | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| This bitch is annoying matter fact bitch this a warning | |
| Next bitch talk shit gone be kissing my Jordans | |
| I does whatever the fuck I li-zike and yall be kissing ass | |
| Cuz all yall bitches is di-zikes and yall dont wanna fi-zight | |
| I come thru on a bi-zike | |
| My swag so up it got all yall bitches ti-zight | |
| How the fuck she tell's Rem that she gets it in? | |
| That every time | |
| She a sucka fucker fuck her I'm thugger thugga | |
| Go head and act crazy like you really wanna, wanna get fucked up right in front of your son and your daughter | |
| Somebody better call her, cause I'm about to smack her | |
| And I dont wanna have to | |
| But I keep reminding these bitches that I am not a rapper | |
| And I am not actor but my life is like a movie | |
| And I wrap yall bitches up just like yall bitches was a doobie | |
| (Chorus) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Crazy(Hook) | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Some times I'm crazy baby | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Ooh ooh | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| It's crazy I be thinking everybody tryna play me | |
| Lately I know I be flippin on a daily basis | |
| I hate waiting I'm impatient | |
| Bitch don't ask me why I gotta ice grill | |
| This is just how my face is , I piss in public places | |
| Slightly racist, right now I'm robbing a theif and I'm fuckin a rapist | |
| I married an immigrant to get him his papers | |
| And niggas don't wanna give me the mic cuz they scared I'm a say shit | |
| And that's right I'm a say shit right in they faces | |
| This is Remy straight on the rocks wit nothing to chase it | |
| I'm a new breed of female far from the basic | |
| And if you still can't see that then you need to get lasik | |
| I'm a make a statement I'm the replacement | |
| I'm so close to the top I can almost taste it | |
| So ill, so real so far from fake its | |
| Rem the friend with the strip pole in the basement | |
| Now that's crazy | |
| (Hook) | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Some times I'm crazy baby | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Ooh ooh - (2x) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Some say I'm 730 in the M-730 | |
| Been smokin since I was 13 | |
| Been on my own since I was half of 30 | |
| I thought I ain't have to worry | |
| Because I was always pretty | |
| I find a dumb nigga gettin dough and do his pockets dirty | |
| But see that wasn't workin | |
| And I wasn't tryna work in | |
| I got my own work in | |
| I started puttin work in | |
| Some say it ain't worth it | |
| I say I ain't perfect | |
| Matter of fact I'm sayin, doin the fuck I feel | |
| I make people nervous | |
| Who say I ain't bout it | |
| I'm still from the projects | |
| What you talkin bout bitch | |
| I sets it on bounces | |
| I don't think you understand son | |
| You know how many clubs I been from | |
| And I can careless | |
| I'm so careless | |
| I'm from the generation where we did shit because you dared us | |
| I said I wish every breath I take didn't taste like drunk | |
| And every sentence I say came out in a flow | |
| I swear I wouldn't have to write or spend dough on smokes | |
| Now thats crazy | |
| (Hook) | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Some times I'm crazy baby | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Ooh ooh | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Yo I'm crazy nigga | |
| So don't play wit me nigga | |
| Put ya head down when you talk | |
| Watch what you say to me nigga | |
| See I got goupin if I won | |
| I can pay for you nigga | |
| I'm the type let you pipe but I won't stay with you nigga | |
| Leave you in telly on ya belly don't wanna lay with you nigga | |
| Yea I say it's ya pussy but I always say that to niggas | |
| See I'm really the business | |
| This is goin into history | |
| I just got my own company | |
| I love it call me misery | |
| I said I walk around the metal dectors | |
| Who does that | |
| Before I told them lean back | |
| I told bitches to run that | |
| And if they ain't show me where the ones and the funds at | |
| More or less I was gunna show them how the guns clap | |
| I pull a weed nigga and treat his stash like a fun pack | |
| See you tryna do it to me I does that | |
| Hold Up | |
| Matta fact | |
| I think the craziest shit I ever said is I wish I could bring Pun back (echo) back back | |
| (Hook) | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Some times I'm crazy baby | |
| Crazy (Crazy) | |
| Crazy (echo) crazy crazy crazy | |
| Ooh ooh - (2x) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Whats Going On"Remy Ma - What's Going On" | |
| (feat. Keyshia Cole) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| [Keyshia:] Mmmmmm Mmmmmm Heeeeeeyyyyyy | |
| [Remy:] | |
| Why Didn't I See The Signs I Was To Busy Getting High | |
| Runnin Up The Studio Smoking Dro Writing Rhymes | |
| To Blind To Notice My Abdomen Was Growin | |
| Having Sex Wit Out Protection Now My Belly Is Showin | |
| Nobody Know That Me And My Boo Trying To Decide | |
| What To Do He Buggin Like That's A Little Me Inside Of You | |
| It Ain't True And I'm Scared And I Can Tell He Is Worried A Bit | |
| So We Proceed To Get The Weed And Straight Ignoring The Shit | |
| My Jeans Don't Want To Fit Every Morning Hurling And Shit | |
| I Had To Tell My Family I Knew They All Was Goin To Flip | |
| And His Was Happy Thinking He Was About To Be A Daddy | |
| But I Knew It Wasn't True Even Though We Both Wanted It So Badly | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong | |
| Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby | |
| How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real | |
| Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| We Love Each Other Madly So Much To Gain So Much To Lose | |
| I'm In Pain Your Mind Frame Change When You The One That Gotta | |
| Choose Talk A Walk Step In My Shoes Think In Negative Thoughts | |
| Politics And Shit Quit When The Doctor Says Positive It's A Life Living | |
| In My Body But It Don't Gotta To Live It's Up To Me But If I Keep What | |
| The Fuck I Got To Give I Mean I'm Still Young And I Don't Really Have | |
| Shit And If This Nigga Up And Leave Then My Child A Be A Bastard | |
| This Is Drastic Nobody Really Understands Me And My Mom Don't | |
| Give A Fuck And Neither Does The Rest Of The Family They Like | |
| Remy You Can't Afford It You Expect Us To Support It | |
| I Feel My Seeds Apart Of Me And I Don't Want To Abort It So: | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong | |
| Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Calling For Give Me My Baby | |
| How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real | |
| Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I'm Not Steady But I Can Get Ready For Responsibilities Shit Where | |
| Would I Be If My Moms Got Rid Of Me I'm So Stressed And I'm | |
| Under A Lot Of Pressure But All I Need Is The Remedy To Make Remy | |
| Feel Better I Knew I Couldn't Win So I Chose To Forfeit Its A Shame | |
| I'm Over Four Months And I'm In The Doctors Office I Swear To All That | |
| I Love That I Wanted To Leave And Wait Five More Months And Birth The Child | |
| That I Conceived But I Sat There Because I Felt I Had To And I Cry Everyday | |
| Because I Realize Boy Or Girl That I Wanted To Have You Don't Be Made At Me | |
| How It Is Is How It Had To Be And Any Pain I Put You Through Is All Coming | |
| Back To Me | |
| [Hook: Repeat Until Fade] | |
| Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong | |
| Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby | |
| How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real | |
| Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Dat Thing (Lil Kim & Fat Joe Diss)[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| It's been 3 weeks since the diss from Little Kim | |
| The one you played it once , and never played it again | |
| Remember when she told yall she was bout the Benjamins? | |
| Yall act like yall ain't know that she wasn't writing then | |
| To begin, how you think you really gone pretend | |
| Like you got the crown and you nicer than Rem | |
| Plus when, you had to get your stomach pumped from swallowin' them kids | |
| If you did it then, then you'll probably do it again | |
| Talkin' out your face saying you from Brooklyn | |
| With a fake nose and fake tits | |
| Now that was the sin that Kimberly end | |
| It ain't my fault that the record didn't spin | |
| You ain't gotta ask cause I'm nice with the pen, girlfriend | |
| Lemme break it down for you again | |
| You know if Rem you say it then its truly genuine | |
| Don't be a hard rock when you really just a gem | |
| Babygirl Reminisce is really not the one | |
| Your peoples lying to you and you believing em', see | |
| Remy Ma is only human | |
| You act like you ain't been through the same predicament | |
| At the radio station I shout you out when you was in | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Only (Freestyle)[Verse: Remy Ma] | |
| Yo, I'm a real bitch, these sluts ain't | |
| Six years I did upstate | |
| I did walks like I'm on a catwalk | |
| These bitches walk like they butts stank | |
| See my jewelry, you'll see rock | |
| Like that imported vodka that Puff drink | |
| Embrace the haters, I love hate | |
| Cause y'all showing love, but that love fake | |
| I'm from Castle Hill where they pump weight | |
| The murder rate high and the drug rate | |
| Them thugs love me, I got blood money | |
| Cause I stash my money in a Blood bank | |
| I been doing good, my son great | |
| Y'all better have my ones straight | |
| Hurry up, I don't fucking wait | |
| I'll eat her food on my lunch break | |
| Cuff me they uncover the truth | |
| These hoes lie, yeah her too | |
| Art of War, I'm Sun Tzu | |
| I'm back bitch, don't know what to do | |
| Your run was short like a (?) | |
| Your hood where the ops live | |
| Speed across the Ed Koch bridge | |
| And pull up in front of that thot crib | |
| I don't argue that's bum shit | |
| My Mackage gets unzipped | |
| Reach on you then dump clips | |
| Punish her - that's Pun's shit | |
| They all lost already | |
| They don't want me to win | |
| I'm 'bout to kill these hoes - Scott Peterson | |
| [Hook: Chris Brown] | |
| Raise every bottle and cup in the sky | |
| Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July | |
| Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight | |
| Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet | |
| Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only | |
| Rich niggas only, independent bitches only | |
| Boss niggas only, thick bitches only | |
| I got my real niggas here by my side, only | |
| ************************************************** | |
| White Benz(Remy Talking) | |
| Nah, Ion want that | |
| Nah I want a purp.. | |
| What? Naw, not a Beamer | |
| I did that already, red is crazy | |
| I want the white, want a white, I want a white | |
| Blue? Nah | |
| That's just not right... | |
| [Hook] | |
| I want a white, droptop two door Benz | |
| With a custom interior, 22 inch rims | |
| I want auto parking, auto brakes | |
| I want an automatic starter with a jet off take | |
| I want satellite radio, internet, phone | |
| Know I gotta talk to my nigga when I'm on the road | |
| That's what I want, that's what I want | |
| That's what I want, that's what I want | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Rem really rappin', these broads just yappin' | |
| I press a chick quick like "bitch what happened?" | |
| I'll never see these hoes in the trap | |
| And if you think I'm throwin' in subliminals, bitch catch | |
| Got a gun charge cause I'm a lil' ratchet | |
| And all you hoes dyin' to be me get a casket | |
| Bandana in your back pocket just fashion | |
| When I do it, I'm reppin' my gang, I'm flaggin' | |
| BP, Exxon, Shell, who gassed 'em? | |
| Bitches scared to breathe in my presence, they're gaspin' | |
| They can't eat when I'm around, stomach's touchin' backs and | |
| I'ma call it Remadan, yeah they fastin' | |
| Y'all done signal lights just for flashin' | |
| Ms. Martin in the Aston, yeah ask 'em | |
| I'm laughin', and I don't want burgundy | |
| Brown, blue or black, bitch | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I ain't even gotta try hard, these hoes diarrhea | |
| Their shit watery, get the fuck out of here | |
| Niggas like "Rem, please, you gotta drop quick" | |
| I'm like, "Easy, hoes can't even fuck with my old shit" | |
| I'm talkin' rhymes that I spit six years ago | |
| They still listenin', nah but y'all don't hear me though | |
| These chicks comedy, yeah they Mike Epps | |
| I'm a fucking horror movie and they're scared to death | |
| Not for nothin', bitches frontin', they don't want me to come back | |
| The fans is kinda smart and they can see that you dumb wack | |
| My swag, tried to jack it, but couldn't quite catch it | |
| Your flow is mediocre, your whole style plastic | |
| This ain't just rap, bitch, I don't give a fuck | |
| See it could go down, mothafucka what's up? | |
| What's good, what's hood, what's really, what's Gucci? | |
| What's Farragamo, what's Prada, what's Pucci? | |
| [Hook] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| I’m Around[Intro] | |
| Oh really, this what y'all was doin' while I was gone? Playtime's over | |
| I'm around, yeah I'm around | |
| I, I'm around, yeah, yeah I'm around | |
| I'm around, yeah I'm around | |
| I'm around, yeah, yeah I'm around | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I'm the queen, I got a crown, ho | |
| I wet bitches, I try to drown hoes | |
| This is punisher, I ground hoes | |
| I don't play that, Homey The Clown hoes | |
| She a deuce, she got chopped up | |
| These pussies loose, she got fucked up | |
| You act bougie, you get stuck up | |
| I'm 'bout a dollar, you get bucked up | |
| [Hook] | |
| It's goin' down, yeah I'm around | |
| Just touched the town, yeah, yeah I'm around | |
| With my crown, yeah I'm around | |
| I'm around, mothafucka I'm around | |
| Money, I'm around, guns, I'm around | |
| Cars, I'm around, drugs, I'm around | |
| I'm around, tell them niggas I'm around | |
| I'm around, tell them bitches I'm around | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You a bug, I am so flee | |
| I give you some, I am so me | |
| That went over your head, I OD | |
| I'm Bobby Johnson, I'm an OG | |
| My hat, my 40 ounce, it's OE | |
| I got thick hair, I hold heat | |
| Hoes scared, y'all got cold feet | |
| Your run is over, you a slow leak | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I'm a felon, my gun go off | |
| Burn bitches, I'm a blow torch | |
| I cancel bitches, I'm a show off | |
| I'm too hard, I got blue balls | |
| I talk greasy, my mouth too slick | |
| I'm on fire, the girl's fuse lit | |
| I'm a bitch, I'm a blue pitt | |
| I throw it up, bitch are you sick? | |
| [Hook] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| I’m[Hook:] | |
| You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up | |
| I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup | |
| You take orders and run errands | |
| I take vacations with killers and four time felons | |
| You outside on line like where the weed | |
| I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats | |
| You where the rats and the D's at | |
| I'm where the B's and the C's and the real O.G's at | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes | |
| I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food | |
| I ain't even gotta double my vocals | |
| I do a main, ad-libs and the rest is Pro Tools | |
| I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels | |
| I'm so hot and I done told you | |
| You ain't no kin to me so basically I don't know you | |
| You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat | |
| If this was an L.A | |
| I'd be a mother fucking OG | |
| Set off the sirens form thee alliance | |
| Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire | |
| I was talking to Kanye and I heard through the wire | |
| That I'm the truth and you're a liar | |
| I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all you slut bag whores should call me sire | |
| [Hook 1X] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I'm like fuck that this is it | |
| All these other chicks is wack and I'm the shit | |
| See I'm from New York so I repped the Knicks | |
| I'mma I'mma Husslin I could get them bricks | |
| They say my flow is crazy and I could spit and I rap as if I had a dick | |
| Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch | |
| Listen I'm so above the average | |
| Now my walk is mean but my whip is sick | |
| I can't stand a clown but I love a trick | |
| I see a group of dudes and I take my pick | |
| Like you you and you with the Timbs hi nice to meet you my name is Rem | |
| I don't drive a caddy but I'm stuntin like a pimp struct | |
| With a diddy bop looking something like a limp | |
| I cleaned up my money now I'm filthy fucking rich (shit) | |
| [Hook 1X] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| See I'm from where niggas stash packs in the backs of their ball sack and pump crack, yak, D, weed and that | |
| Put more baking soda in there coke to get more back | |
| Roc Timberlands uptowns White Tees and sports hats | |
| We kill all rats tell lies cheat and steal | |
| Tints pitch black even gotta em on the windsheild | |
| Liscense suspended Vehicles rented | |
| Warrants open cases several offenses | |
| No phone no cable notices of eviction | |
| Parents is addicted kids don't listen | |
| No rules no school no food in the kitchen and the staircase and elevator smell like piss | |
| You can only talk tough if you do tough things | |
| If you ain't from around here you better tuck them blings | |
| Only difference between me and you is that I got out the hood but the hood is still in me | |
| [Hook 1X] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Erthang Fake(Remy Ma speaking) | |
| Damn | |
| I just came home and | |
| All these bitches is fake | |
| Nah, I mean | |
| Literally fake | |
| Where my real bitches at? | |
| (chrous) | |
| Yo hair , yo brows | |
| Damn you fake bitch | |
| Ya nails , ya tan | |
| Damn you fake bitch | |
| Ya eyes, ya ass | |
| Damn you fake bitch | |
| Ya tits, ya lashes | |
| Damn you fake bitch | |
| Ya Fake, Fake Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake,Fake | |
| Bitch | |
| F-F-F-F-FAKE | |
| Everything about u fake bitch | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Bumping shoulders, fist fighting, and a bitch like me can't take that | |
| Dry blows, subliminals, indirects I hate that | |
| You pussy bitch | |
| You dont want it, We can take it way back | |
| I mean no earrings, face Vaselined, six braids going straight back | |
| (Wudup) And still I stay strapped, straight music bitch Maybach | |
| No leg shots, arm shots, only head shots, put a hole where yo face at | |
| Niggas Call me Rocky, she'll pop on A bitch ASAP | |
| I put in work, just got released, this work release case that | |
| This ugly bitch keep grilling me , hold up where my mases at, where my razor | |
| Ima eat her food, where the fuck my placemat? | |
| Buy my own shit off iTunes, cuz all yall hoes is straight whack | |
| Bitch I'm so old school, this should be on 8 tracks | |
| (Chrous) | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| I'm just laid up, laying bitches down | |
| Mad days, I just lay back | |
| With my eyes red, and my money green | |
| I ain't gotta do shit but stay black | |
| I ain't got time for drawing blood | |
| Homie, don't play that | |
| You got time, you not a thug | |
| Cuz you ain't pay yo fed of state tax | |
| Niggas think it's a game | |
| Cuz they see the ass and tits | |
| So, I put the heat in they face | |
| And I tell em to suck my dick | |
| These rap chicks is sick | |
| Cuz they know Rem spit that mucus | |
| I keep a phone that's smart | |
| Yeah and all my cars is stupid | |
| It gets ugly quickly | |
| So please don't try to get cute bitch | |
| I hear they say I shoot chicks and really live my music | |
| I ain't even gotta do shit | |
| Niggas a do it for me | |
| I personally pop on bitches | |
| Because all yall bitches corny | |
| (Chrous) | |
| [Verse 3: Remy Ma] | |
| Fuck Rem look like twerkin'? | |
| Fuck twerkin' she put that work in | |
| I heard she keep a 4-5 | |
| And her mase in her Birkin | |
| They try to close her curtains | |
| But shawty, cuz she ain't hurting | |
| Rem free as a bird | |
| But yall still out here chirping | |
| After six and a half years | |
| She sorta like a virgin | |
| She operate that dick | |
| She sorta like a surgeon | |
| The girl cold | |
| Her 36's is Perking | |
| Rem so fresh and clean | |
| She dont need detergent | |
| She don't need no Urban, she don't need no Burban | |
| Her sex drive is crazy, no red light she swervin | |
| She speaking in 3rd person | |
| Charge his card for what she purchase | |
| But he don't care bout prices | |
| Like Revlon cuz she worth it | |
| (Chrous) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Where My Bitches AtWhere my bitches at? | |
| Where the fuck my bitches at? | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| These chicks know who I be | |
| I got this rap broads scared to death of me | |
| I drink gallons of Yak, smoke pounds of the weed | |
| See, Duchess alone gone cost me a G | |
| If I need a hot track I'ma call Lay-Z | |
| Like what up Ma I'm coming thru | |
| And my mans is dimes they coming too | |
| So while I do my rhyme they doing you | |
| Yea I love my bitches they keep it gully | |
| Monday room bars havin drinks with sunny | |
| With all my ice on till they turn the lights on | |
| Lefty gun in my right palm like Myson | |
| Bad chicks, mad you ain't know I get my style on | |
| Witcha fucked up face looking like Dylon | |
| Mad makeup painted and piled on | |
| It'll prolly crack if you smile wrong | |
| Look | |
| Done up I'm a dime | |
| I'm a 9 when I'm natural | |
| But dont get it twisted bitch I'll still smack you | |
| Your friend wanna act up? | |
| She can get smacked too | |
| Ok wanna play then them things can cop | |
| It ain't a thing anyday I can pop your top | |
| And I just got started ain't about to stop | |
| Admit it the flow retarted and the girl is hot see if remy ma the best then i guess you not | |
| See most chicks want a dude with a tool with a nice clip | |
| Me I want a tool with a scope and a nice clip | |
| You know a N1 or a AR15 | |
| Equipped with shell catchers night vision and end beams | |
| Plus extra bullets for all the haters | |
| I keep it street like Styles and flow sick like Jada | |
| If the squad was the Lox I guess id be chic, background like suck my dick all over the beat | |
| Walk with me | |
| Like Pun said | |
| I ain't a rapper I dont rap | |
| Think I was pink the way they scared to catch eye contact | |
| Bitch you ain't crazy | |
| You dont wanna get smacked call me miss vma | |
| Bum bitch lean back | |
| Lean back you don't want | |
| What the fuck you can't be serious | |
| And I can't be touched bitch period | |
| I know you hearing it my name gotta heavy ring | |
| I got them screaming "damn Rem on everything" | |
| Thats word to everything | |
| You can catch me anyday anytime | |
| Any hood bitch heavy bling | |
| See that's gangsta | |
| I'll get my up north niggas | |
| That just came home to shank ya | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Secret LocationSee most niggas call they girl when they wanna give a dick | |
| My shawtys call me when they wanna get a brick | |
| Cause even when I'm not spitting I'm still that bitch | |
| In the the kitchen with that Pyrex Vision | |
| And the way I chef up make you hang your connect up see | |
| I guarantee to bring back extra | |
| Take a buck thirty of white Make 200 hard and its butter | |
| Plus 70 grand for Remy Ma | |
| Oh god now that's a profit see I'm like a prophet | |
| And see I'm a have all of my followers run through ya projects And smack the shit out of anybody | |
| That's not on my dick | |
| See they planned and plotted | |
| But what they forgot is I'm a lunatic | |
| A crazy ass bitch with not enough sense | |
| But too much dollas | |
| I pop the top right off of your fucking collar... | |
| Young Rem, easy you know who I be nigga holla | |
| [Hook 2x] | |
| I just copped a lil crib in the secret location | |
| Laced it | |
| Put a strip pole in the basement | |
| Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is | |
| Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is | |
| Now that's word to grandma I'll cock the hammer | |
| On the block and blow ya face off in front of the camera | |
| And plug that hole with ya little bandana | |
| And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana | |
| Look lil homie yall really don't know me | |
| Looking for the squad but see I'm by my lonely bitches | |
| Gon pay like yall motherfuckers owe me like puff n mase | |
| Can't nobody hold me down from the boogy Bronx style with my hoodie | |
| Got pounds of the brown right on the boulevard | |
| Getting so down in that motherfucking tittie bar | |
| Like fuck these bitches I'm tryna get pissy | |
| And I'm not gay so fuck ya body-ody | |
| Look around it's a sausage party | |
| When I pull up in the pink Benz | |
| With the powder pink Tims on 22 inches half black chink | |
| Friends hop out with the pink tims | |
| Laced with the mink trim platnium with the pink Jims | |
| What yall gon think then? Bet you gon love Rem | |
| Yall wanna fuck Rem | |
| But yall was saying fuck Rem | |
| So now yall just fucked up | |
| [Hook 2x] | |
| I ain't too hard | |
| These broads is just too easy | |
| That's why everytime I rhyme I be doing 'em greasy | |
| Please believe me I'm hot no matter the season I spit | |
| So sick the track be sneezing hook be coughing | |
| Got the whole studio freezing if you hit me and I hit you | |
| We still ain't even cause I'm not leaving 'til you stop | |
| Breathing ain't nothing worst than getting popped for no reason | |
| I wanna see shot laid out just leaking ya words | |
| Can't come out cause ya mouth keep bleeding ya | |
| Tanktop burgundy white tee burgundy | |
| I know yall bitches wishing that them niggas would've murdered me | |
| Remy Ma | |
| You know me if not you heard of me | |
| The reason you gon have to invest in plastic surgery | |
| I'm good with a hood n some tims | |
| Fuck burglary | |
| My weed is on the island and my guns is out in Germany | |
| [Hook 2x] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| FreshF-R-E-S-H | |
| Fresh, Fresh, Fresh | |
| Yes I'm fresh | |
| Hair check (Uh-huh) | |
| Gear check (Uh-huh) | |
| Lip-gloss check (Yes) | |
| Bag check (Got It) | |
| Jewelz check (Always) | |
| Whip check (O.K.) | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I stays fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| My hair be fresh | |
| My gear be fresh | |
| Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh | |
| I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop | |
| I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks | |
| Got the Louis Vuitton goggles, Emilio Pucci pumps | |
| With the, Gucci Bra 36C cup | |
| Both middle fingers up cause I don't give two fucks | |
| And I'm fresh, fresh | |
| Yes don't get mad | |
| Bow-Legged stance crazy | |
| Look at the swagg | |
| Look at the bag | |
| And its official look at the tags | |
| And I ain't gay but goddamn my bitches is bad | |
| And we fresh | |
| You home depressed, you always stressed | |
| You try to get fly but you don't never get fresh | |
| I get compliments like Ma you fresh | |
| And I'm just taking out the garbage damn I ain't even dressed | |
| [Hook] | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I stays fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| My hair be fresh | |
| My gear be fresh | |
| Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh | |
| I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop | |
| I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I'm back on the scene | |
| Krispy with Kreme | |
| I ain't OutKast but I'm so fresh and so clean | |
| Said I'm back the scene Krispy with Kreme | |
| I ain't have to say it twice but it just sound so mean | |
| Yes I'm the queen | |
| And I stay fresh | |
| And I'm still sexy so I gotta get blessed | |
| Ya socks is fresh | |
| Ya boxers fresh | |
| I'm still using condoms case ya cock ain't fresh yes | |
| Tell the truth, I need no less than the best | |
| Because I like to over do it, I'm extra fresh | |
| And these hoes is stupid, they extra deaf | |
| But you ain't gotta listen or hear me | |
| I know that you can see that... | |
| [Hook] | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I stays fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| My hair be fresh | |
| My gear be fresh | |
| Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh | |
| I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop | |
| I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| And ??? fresh | |
| Petit Peton fresh | |
| With the mean Gino Green hoodie on, I'm fresh | |
| Everyday I get dressed, I pop tags, I'm fresh | |
| Joe Jeans fitting nice on the ass, I'm fresh | |
| In NY, I'm fresh | |
| In the Chi, I'm fresh | |
| In the A, M-i-A, and L.A., I'm fresh | |
| Yes, in Texas I'm the freshest | |
| Shopping reckless | |
| In case I dirty myself then I got refreshments | |
| I'm fresh | |
| The definition of fresh | |
| On the phone, with my shorty talking to him all fresh | |
| I don't re-do or re-use | |
| I'm fresh | |
| Looking in the rear view like "Oow, I'm fresh" | |
| Yes, I'm so.. | |
| [Hook] | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| I stays fresh, fresh, fresh | |
| My hair be fresh | |
| My gear be fresh | |
| Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh | |
| I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop | |
| I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Conceited (There’s Something About Remy)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to | |
| Out of the ordinary, unusual | |
| You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" | |
| Can't nobody do it like you do | |
| Miraculous, phenomenal | |
| And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you | |
| Show no love 'cause you wassup | |
| Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck | |
| Damn, I look good | |
| And can't nobody freak it like I could | |
| Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but | |
| My shorty told me that he like it like that | |
| I'm happy | |
| Another me there never can be | |
| See, I'm so outstandin' | |
| Don't care if they can't stand me | |
| I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearing this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look way too good to be driving that | |
| And I look too good to be buying that | |
| You know I look way too good to be trying that | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| Now who's that peaking in my window? | |
| Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse | |
| Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy | |
| And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see | |
| This kid that I'm waitin' on | |
| He said he love when my jeans look painted on | |
| Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me | |
| Probably why I'm always getting hated on | |
| Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra | |
| Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong | |
| Now number one, I don't need you | |
| Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you | |
| Listen two, you can never play me | |
| (Why is that? Why is that?) | |
| 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady | |
| Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it | |
| If you love to hear it, here it go | |
| I wrote a song about it | |
| See, I look too good to be fucking you | |
| And I look too good to be loving you | |
| You know I look way too good to stuck with you | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look too good to be gettin' with | |
| And I look too good to be havin' kids | |
| You know I look way too good to be in the crib | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| I don't know what I'm doing | |
| I can't stop, my body gone moving | |
| I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music | |
| He's watching me and he's about to lose it | |
| I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot | |
| Face down, ass up wit some new shit | |
| I'm outta control wit it | |
| Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it | |
| My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it | |
| Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it | |
| See, I look good and I'm knowin it | |
| But I was never to proud to be showin it | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearing this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look way too good to be driving that | |
| And I look too good to be buying that | |
| You know I look way too good to be trying that | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Most Anticipated (Freestyle)(Remy Ma talking) | |
| Turn it up louder | |
| Most anticipated | |
| Something Bout Remy nigga | |
| Look | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| I ain't thinking bout bitches | |
| I'm on the road on promo tour | |
| You in the hood fucking for free | |
| Straight promo whore | |
| Dildo in ya butt that should be your logo slore | |
| I send you prostitute bitches on a porno tour | |
| I had few exclusive spots but they ain't low no more | |
| I heard you stopped by now I don't go no more | |
| I send 40Cal shots through your Volvo door | |
| Yo I rock more Chanel than that Coco girl | |
| You coppin knock offs acting like its really a Gucci | |
| I hops out the Porsche in Emilio Pucci | |
| And walk up in the corner store and get me a loosie | |
| And I dont even smoke just to shit on you groupies | |
| And get a brown paper bag so I can sit on the stoop see | |
| It dont more hood than your girl Rem truthfully | |
| Like Keyshia and New Jack City the movie | |
| Rock a bye baby you niggas is Pookie | |
| And I got that crack | |
| I dont know nothing about slow money | |
| Grey base, pure white | |
| Call me a snow bunny | |
| You never fired a gun I keeps it so gully | |
| My gun fire like Mike Saunders for Payola Money | |
| I'm conceited Rem could never be ugly | |
| I take a Chinese chick ass before a face like Buffie's | |
| The rumors is crazy, I must really be that bitch | |
| How can I have time to pipe Pap and yall on his dick? | |
| Picture me robbed by a washed up video chick | |
| And how I'm arguing with Foxy and she can't hear shit? | |
| Matter fact dont even ask me nothing bout nobody | |
| With a clit, a pussy, a ass, or some tits | |
| I ain't gay I can only tell you bout dick | |
| And thats word to the saliva in my mouth I spit | |
| That shit like none other | |
| Fuck ya baby mother | |
| We piped in the crib | |
| I wipe my pussy with the baby covers | |
| Yeah I'm crazy I know bitches hate me | |
| But really ion love em | |
| And yall can't make me | |
| Nope | |
| (Remy talking) | |
| Somethin Bout Remy | |
| Most Anticipated my name is Remy Ma! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Wassup Tho(Intro) | |
| You tryna ...you tryna go? | |
| Tryna go? | |
| Like..like | |
| Wassup , you tryna | |
| You tryna, tryna go? | |
| Wassup bitch, Wassup ho | |
| You tryna go? | |
| What a bitch like, what a bitch like | |
| Wassup bitch, you tryna fuck tho? | |
| You tryna go? | |
| What a bitch like, what a bitch like (like what?) | |
| Like me | |
| What a bitch like, what a bitch like (like what?) | |
| Like me | |
| [Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| I'm tired ion wanna fuck | |
| I just wanna lay back and just suck | |
| I really wanna go, Cuz I just wanna cum | |
| But i dont want cock, I just want tongue | |
| Its nice and hot you dont need no plate | |
| I want u to eat me nigga stuff your face | |
| You'll love the taste I'll love the feel | |
| On my heels, enjoy your meal | |
| Yeah, give me some head | |
| How u like being fed in bed? | |
| I know u wanna dick me I don't mean to be picky | |
| But I'd rather have your mouth instead | |
| Wassup tho? | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Wassup bitch, Wassup ho | |
| You tryna go? | |
| What a bitch like, what a bitch like | |
| Wassup bitch, u tryna fuck tho? | |
| You tryna go? | |
| What a bitch like, what a bitch like, (like what) | |
| Like me | |
| What a bitch like, what bitch like (like what) | |
| Like me | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| I'm not in the mood to have sex | |
| I told you I just wanna get blessed | |
| It's no panties under my dress | |
| You do a good job, I might do u next | |
| Open my legs, kiss my lips | |
| See, Oooh..nah just give me 60 | |
| First you lick then u suck | |
| Slurp it up, lets oral fuck | |
| Yea, give me some brains | |
| I wanna see if u can make it rain | |
| I know wanna pipe it, and i'll probably like it | |
| But tonight im in the mood for a change | |
| Wassup tho? | |
| (chorus) | |
| (Hook ) 2x | |
| I'm sorry but I'm sexy | |
| And all I want u to do is just bless me | |
| All I want u to do is just bless me | |
| Just bless me | |
| Just bless me | |
| [Verse 3: Remy Ma] | |
| I got a message from my thighs | |
| And my thighs they never lie | |
| They said it's not gonna hurt, but its not much work | |
| Cuz the na-na never dry | |
| I got a message for your mouth | |
| Tell your mouth to go down south | |
| I got a 1 way strip , this a real short trip | |
| Lemme show u what I'm talkin' bout | |
| I wanna do it like this baby | |
| I wanna do it like that sugar | |
| You know what I need boy | |
| You know what I like boy | |
| Like this baby | |
| I wanna do it like that sugar | |
| You turn me on, and on and on and on | |
| (Hook)2x | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Guilty[Remy Ma] | |
| He put the gun in my hand | |
| I took my hand and put the gun in my pants | |
| I took my pants and pulled 'em up on my ass | |
| Got the cash out my pocket, dropped it and got my ass out of Dodge | |
| And put it into the car, started it | |
| Stepped on the gas, looked at the dash | |
| 95 really don't seem fast when you so fuckin mad | |
| And you so fuckin high and you can't stop cryin | |
| Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign, fuck it | |
| It's nothing, this nigga got me stressin | |
| I can't believe he got me buggin now I'm drivin wreckless | |
| I can't even see and my highbeams ain't really helpin | |
| But nobody really be usin the streets before 7 | |
| Got the pedal to the metal like I, lost my mind | |
| And I ain't even see the school crossin sign | |
| Car and the bastards yeah, wind blowin in my hair | |
| Seatbelt light's blinkin but, I don't care | |
| Somebody was crossin the street, came out of nowhere | |
| Ran right into 'em, body flew in the air | |
| Oh my God, my face already covered with tears | |
| Sayin my prayers, I ain't even seen her I swear | |
| I stop out of reflex, saw blood everywhere | |
| Mostly 'round the head of the little girl holdin the teddy bear | |
| I'm sorry, all I can hear is I want my mommy (mommy!) | |
| And then I ain't hear nothin from the little girl's body | |
| I'm scared but I can't stop, what I'm gon' do | |
| The first thing the cop's gon' say is it was drug influenced | |
| They ain't gon' understand what this nigga was doin | |
| How he made me drive fast when I shoulda been cruisin | |
| And they probably won't believe that it wasn't the weed | |
| And shorty just popped up, in the middle of the street | |
| And they really gon' be hatin, this gun on my waist | |
| And I checked shorty pulse and I don't think she gon' make it | |
| Dial 9-1-1, or damn should I run | |
| I'm just weighin out my options before somebody come | |
| If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'd be wrong | |
| This is takin too long, fuck it I'm gone | |
| Hit and run, damn I shoulda hit my brakes | |
| Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes | |
| Hit and run, I guess I'm not that heartless | |
| Hit and run, cause now I got a guilty conscience | |
| {*car peels out*} | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Fuck the Weatherman[Intro] | |
| Like seriously this shit is getting out of fucking control | |
| Let another fucking nigga make a fucking song for these strip ass bitches | |
| Get money nigga! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em | |
| And hurricane on em, and leave his brain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| I'm like damn it's about to be summer again | |
| How the fuck these niggas still tryna make it rain? | |
| Running round with these cowards talking love is pain | |
| That's exactly why I had to roof that TS chain | |
| I got that Remy Ma chain crazy ,pink and white bling crazy | |
| Earrings, bracelet, anklet, bling crazy | |
| I ain't change been crazy, Niggas ain't been claiming | |
| They know its the God honest gospel truth if Rem say it | |
| A year later still singing the same gingo, no ring on your wedding finger | |
| Where the fuck is your second single? | |
| And yall know how Rem do I be greasy rapping | |
| And now I'm tryna see what happen you dont see me laughing | |
| I'm Remy straight , no need to gas it | |
| You Henny and Alize, ya fucking Thug Passion | |
| Matter fact all yall niggas straight faggots | |
| Type to let your chick stick her fingers in your ass | |
| She be sucking your dick, you nut in her mouth | |
| And then she give you a kiss, then spit it back out | |
| You fucking homo , I asked your man if you pop off | |
| He put his hand up, shook it a little and said so-so | |
| I fuck with that D, dat white, and that coco | |
| You be fucking with Ice-T and his wife Coco | |
| So all that shit about how your gun go | |
| Really don't matter cause the last few events you was a no show | |
| This don't make no sense, Rem ain't go no sense | |
| I'm spittin that 08, you still kickin that 06 | |
| If you dont want beef you should keep it gravy | |
| Cause I'll have this shit poppin all crazy | |
| Smack fire out the face of yo baby | |
| With no , if's, and's, or but's cop the maybe | |
| NIGGA! | |
| [Outro] | |
| It's the Queen of NY , Remy Ma aka The BX Savior aka Shesus Khryst | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em | |
| And hurricane on em, and leave his brain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain | |
| Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Me(Chorus) | |
| We got plenty cars | |
| Pull up to the club they know who we are | |
| We gotta couple bottles we buy the bar | |
| Terror Squad be the clique, tell em who you are | |
| Me, I'm Remy Ma | |
| See I'm a dime nevermind the scar | |
| The Queen of NY dont make me pull ya card | |
| Bitch I don't give a fuck imma superstar now | |
| [Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| Me, I'm a serious problem | |
| Reminisce if you nasty Ms.Martin | |
| I'm the type to beg your pardon | |
| Flowers on the casket , [?] | |
| Me, a certified Bronx Bomber | |
| Castle Hill residence straight out the projects | |
| 5'9, brown eyes, skin chocolate | |
| My hair half blue and half blonde bitch | |
| Me, I'm super paid | |
| And I do is Malibu and haze | |
| I'm that bitch that'll catch you backstage | |
| Saying bitch told you take off the Gucci shades | |
| Me, I be where they sip lean at | |
| Hot girl of the summer make ya niggas lean back | |
| First lady of the squad Murda Mami, TS | |
| Take a pull up in the car | |
| And the size of my Rims are older than me | |
| And I'm 22 going on 23 | |
| Ain't a need for cash cuz I don't pay for shit | |
| Security see my face and valet my whip | |
| Rem! | |
| Me I'm nothing like the average see | |
| You a bad girl, me I'm a bad bitch | |
| And now that we got that established | |
| Yall can stop askin how I feel about female rappers | |
| Me, I don't really give a fuck see | |
| And you dont wanna rump with bumbaclot me | |
| Whether it's for free or a hunnid G's | |
| Or your imaginary but it's got GT | |
| Me, I'm in the hood with a hoodie on | |
| On the run getting eating getting my Sam Goodie on | |
| And I'm looking so good , homie got a Woody on | |
| Either I'm so right or these hoes are really wrong | |
| Me, See I'm quick to say that anytime you can get it | |
| Not only can I rhyme I'm photogenic | |
| And everybody got camera phones so the windows tinted | |
| The rims is spinning but you gotta stare and if not it looks like I'm floating | |
| I call video hoes ghost its like they not there | |
| I gets the paper so i dont care | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Tek 9(Chorus) (2) | |
| Tek 9 plus a AK (2x) | |
| Chrome to ya dome! (2x) | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| My name is Remy Ma and I don't play | |
| I let that led fly in the broad day | |
| A nigga push up like a bra I'm strapped | |
| He like "yo ma what's that? " | |
| I'm like "Oh thats in case you wanna get clapped" | |
| I just click (pow) | |
| Chrome to ya dome leave you face down | |
| Bullets logged in ya bone | |
| Yeah I'm a rapper but it ain't just rhymes | |
| So what's you know about turning a autograph singing to a crime scene | |
| Throw something on my stage and I'ma bust in the stands | |
| Wouldn't mind going to jail for clapping one of my fans | |
| You don't want it with Ms. Martin see | |
| Everything bother me | |
| And I really got a serious problem with authority | |
| Keep thinking cause they always think a chick a never shoot | |
| Till I bust at they feet leave him doing the Chicken Noodle Soup | |
| Tone Woppin it's a reason why I'm bopping | |
| Resurrect the dead so he can tell you what I got bitch! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Tight[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is | |
| [Fat Joe:] R to the Eezy | |
| [Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen | |
| [Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, u so flizzye, OWWW, Brah Brah Ain't nobody fuckin wit my bitch, u heard me! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite u know that work tite, u know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite | |
| [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby | |
| [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy | |
| [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me | |
| [Remy:] When u hear that this is this is, u know its a hit | |
| You know its that bitch, yea nigga reminisn | |
| Hate to tell you but this is this is as good as it gizzit, thats no bullshizzit | |
| I stay on my grind and give bitches the buzznizz, please pay attention, li, li listen, listen | |
| This is this a Kool and Dre epidemic, and ain't nobody fuckin wit any of my niggas | |
| U see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice, and even tho he blow he gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice | |
| And u know that im nice, Pun is insane, Nevy steady on da grinden callus that beats novacain | |
| It's not the same shits gon change quickly blame ure ghost writer cuz he can't fuck wit me | |
| Yea Remy Mar-t-i-n if .... just spit up in da park bitch i want in!!!! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite, u know that work tite, u knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite | |
| [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby | |
| [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy | |
| [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me | |
| [Remy:] See when it cums to magazines, I'm queen like Nefateeti, you can catch me on da Vibe feel a vibe when u see me | |
| (feel that) | |
| Or on the King looking sleezy, I got the source all over me like big zeeti alot of weed smoke so the pitcure look steamy | |
| Im a diva so the dons and divas say they need me. Got the cover of the Ave and i made it look eazy. Why are you on the back of the page looking cheezy. Double XL I turn niggas on like a T.V. Rockin all different colors from lemon to kiwi I came in the game wit Pun and they ain't beleive me. So i made them wonder like Stevie I came in wit a platinum rapper like hersheys kiss no freebies. You came wit a gold rapper like reeses pieces. Remy Ma rated R, yall rated P.G, 13 worth cream Damn i talk greezy! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite, u know that work tite, u knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite | |
| [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby | |
| [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch | |
| [Remy:] Well thats me | |
| [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy | |
| [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Lights, Camera, Action[Remy Talkin] | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Here i am standin in my b-boy stance | |
| I got my name air brushed down the leg of my pants | |
| I got my 54 letters and my kangol on | |
| Bamboo earrings and my bangles on | |
| Word up, the girl look good | |
| I'mma 80's baby, paid an full | |
| Look at my rope chain | |
| Now check my belt buckle | |
| Put my gazelles on my eyes, now im lookin for trouble | |
| I need a Solider thats stackin an packin, we can't even talk if u can't fit a magnum | |
| Im fresh to deaf when it comes to fashion, see i | |
| Switched up to my 8 ball jacket and my spandex got me stoppin trafic, baby, not for nuttin I'mma walkin accident | |
| They catch whiplash, everytime im passin em | |
| Its time for some, time for some,time for some.... | |
| [Hook] | |
| Niggas bring ya gunz and ya 9'z along | |
| Why? | |
| Remy Mas on the microphone.... | |
| The levels,the levels,the levels is good,the levels is good, the levels is good | |
| Bitchez bring ya gunz and ya 9's along | |
| Why? | |
| Remy Ma's on the Microphone | |
| The levels,the levels,the levels is good,the levels is good, the levels is good | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Yea, Remy wanna rock, how hard is that, im from tha BX bronx, where it started at | |
| We had jams in the park, muthafuck a disco,everybody smokin joints, sippin cisco | |
| Two turn tables and tha microphone full throtle, ill pull up in that Alf or a Mayo Malano,system bangin, drivin reckless, like i dotn give a fuck about | |
| My B-B-S's YO check this | |
| I hopped out wit my ass cheeks showin through my salt n peppers | |
| Only got one chance to make a first impression, Spit like Big Pun & KRS one Mixxed! | |
| My Flows sick but its more then Rappin, First chick try to front | |
| First chick im smackin, on some Red man shit, Bitch i ain't laughin | |
| Its time for some, time for some, time for some | |
| [Hook 1x] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Big Rem from the Boondocks, im like all i really need is my Boom-Box | |
| Listen, we can get it poppin, im doin the wop and he 1,2 steppin like there ain't no stoppin | |
| All my fellas say OH, my ladies say Awe, yea Mc's gone move the crowd, im fuckin dope, fresh 2 def, cold, chillin and im sippin on juice and gin | |
| Its friday night and i jus got paid, i ain't dressed up or nuttin im trynna get laid, im trynna get shorty ova there wit tha fade, by the end of the night | |
| To say my name, but these LIGHTS is all in my face,and im really feelin like im a star on stage, Cameras flashin, everybody pose, cause its about time for | |
| Some......... | |
| [Hook 1x....then fade] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Yall Dont Really Want It(Chorus) | |
| Really it's really nothing | |
| Bitches be really frontin | |
| Niggas don't give me nothing | |
| Take everything that I want and | |
| Soon as I get confronted | |
| I'm telling niggas run it | |
| Yall don't really want it | |
| Nah yall don't really want it | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| I switch my flow but I'm straight from the Boogie nigga | |
| You know my style black Tims black hoodie nigga | |
| Yeah it's clear , its my year | |
| Remy Ma run shit round here round here | |
| I kicks that southern slang it's from from right thurr | |
| Oh you got bitches coming? Where they at? Right where? | |
| Wife beata, Nik-errs, nice jeans, nice hair | |
| Gun in my purse, ice all in my ear | |
| So who the fuck you think you talking to bitch? | |
| Know who you fucking with | |
| The Bronx Bomber ,Ms.Martin government name is Reminisce | |
| And you don't really wanna piss me off | |
| Look you dont wanna push me | |
| They say you are what you eat so you know that means you pussy | |
| (Right)I'm in my Hummer stunting, I'm on the Henry Hudson | |
| Don't care which lane, so I switch lanes from left lane to right lane its nothing | |
| And I'm doing like a 100 | |
| So how I'm gone dump my Dutchess | |
| See niggas is nervous | |
| But I'm swervin on all yall mothafuckas | |
| (Chorus 2x) | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 2] | |
| (Damn) | |
| The pedal scuff my Chuckers | |
| And still can't no one touch us | |
| If the world was free of suckas it wouldn't be no one but us | |
| Remy Ma get it on and prospect | |
| Sunshine, Big Pun, and Joe Crack | |
| Terror squad and you already know that | |
| Bitch threw two at me I throw four back | |
| Bitch hold that, yeah throwback | |
| As a matter of fact wait hold up | |
| Tell me this beat ain't a beat that make you wanna | |
| Get some weed and roll up | |
| See my ears, my neck, my wrist, my fingers look like water froze up | |
| I'm a p-i-m-p I got male groupies | |
| Hot damn jeez down there hoes up | |
| When I say hoes I mean bitches | |
| And by bitches I mean ladies | |
| See No bitch could ever play me | |
| Push a aqua green Mercedes | |
| And you driving Ms.Daisy | |
| Rem be driving em crazy | |
| I'm big pimping just like them niggas Bun B & Jay-Z | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Ok ya girl is here the night is right | |
| My gear is crazy ,crispy white on white | |
| Just got the trucks valet and | |
| I'm here a little late but who really gives a fuck | |
| It's not like I gotta pay | |
| Hate these dike ass security with grown men hands | |
| You half nigga, my squad got in with all the cans | |
| But you know I gotta cop a bottle soon as I step in | |
| I don't even drink like that I use it as a weapon | |
| Why you think I'm gettinig drunk poppin Corpse | |
| I'm just patiently waiting for something to pop off | |
| And these bouncers is fucking cowards | |
| They think cause they brolic | |
| That they can't get smacked with a bottle of Hypnotiq | |
| Now they tryna tell me that we can't smoke in the club | |
| Dont give a fuck about a , but I'm smoking my bud | |
| Somebody better tell the kid Remy dont really care | |
| Set it on anyone, anywhere | |
| Bitch I ain't never scared | |
| ************************************************** | |
| StillSeems crazy cuz people be thinking that I be changing, but it's really them that be changing, yo | |
| I remember the day, I first signed my record deal with Lyle everything was so good everyone was so proud | |
| I was so very happy, still with my baby daddy | |
| Living with my granny, but we was all family | |
| It's like when the tour begin, that's when the war begin... you would be flipping, ripping soon as I'm walkin in | |
| And I'm so sleepy, could barely stay awake, you don't understand I been in the studio for six weeks | |
| Straight till 4 in the morning tryna finish these songs | |
| And all you wanna talk about is how many times you was calling | |
| And I'm always lying, it's never the truth it never crossed your mind that I could've been in the booth | |
| Tryna hurry up and get back home to you, tryna get these cheues so we could get out the 'jects | |
| I wasn't thinking 'bout no niggas, wasn't thinking 'bout sex... tryna do this show so I could get this dough | |
| All I was thinking was I gotta finish Remy on the rocks and I'm not tryna flop so it gotta be hot | |
| Everybody on my back saying hurry up and drop so I'm asking you, what I'm suppose to do? | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Listen y'all, I know it seem like I be dissing y'all | |
| I'm just tryna reach my goals and remain focused but | |
| Ain't shit changed, now, I'm still the same | |
| So wish me well | |
| Sometimes I might scream and yell | |
| But even people with a fan base have bad days but | |
| Ain't shit changed, for real, I'm still the same | |
| You was the only child until I came | |
| See we was buck wild back in the days | |
| I was scared to have a boyfriend cuz you would beat him up | |
| We'd eat cereal together, watch cartoons when we got up | |
| So I couldn't believe that you flipped on me right in the streets for a bitch so weak that ain't got shit but | |
| A fucked up weave and | |
| I'm your blood, your little sister, I started to cry said it must be the liquor | |
| See I almost died when you took sides with her then walked off and just left me there like I was nobody and you really ain't care | |
| Said you would die for me, how you ain't gon' ride for me, how you see me on the block and don't say hi to me | |
| It's all love now, and it's all done now, but you never took the time to apologize to me | |
| It may be hard to see, but it bothers me... I know you ain't gon' let nobody do no harm to me | |
| But you can't be acting like you fathered me... so I'm asking you, what I'm suppose to do? | |
| [Hook] | |
| Mommy you was the one that made me but you didn't raise me | |
| You left me all alone I had to hold my own | |
| But now I'm all grown and far away from home | |
| I know you love me but you did me wrong | |
| I guess it was all the drugs that you was on or the beatings you got from my foul step pops | |
| Remember the time his punk ass had his nerve to raise his hands to me bitch nigga blacking my eye | |
| I was wishing he would die but now I wish him life | |
| I know he seeing me blowing and it's killing him slowly but what kills me is that you watched him hit me, so I'm | |
| Asking you, what I'm suppose to do? | |
| [Hook] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| March Madness Freestyle[Intro] | |
| Everything is real on me | |
| Yall know what that means | |
| Ha Ha Ha Ha | |
| Remy Ma Madness | |
| Let's go .. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Bitches talking shit when I was gone | |
| See they quiet now that Remy home | |
| Talking tough but they fear me though | |
| All these little bitches ratchet | |
| Me I really bust my ratchet | |
| Mess around I really clap it | |
| All these fat transfer implanted bitches | |
| All they do is ass clap it (hoes) | |
| Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid | |
| Turned em' into bastards (forreal) | |
| I coulda turned into a casket | |
| I coulda put her in a casket | |
| Yall probably mad im still rapping | |
| I know yall mad im still laughing | |
| Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting | |
| [Verse One : Remy Ma] | |
| Yall know how I give it up | |
| I never really gave a fuck | |
| On parole smoking blunts | |
| My piss clean in the cup | |
| See these hoes can't trust em' | |
| Hoe fucked your cousin (ew) | |
| Then you went and cuffed it (ew) | |
| These niggas disgusting (forreal) | |
| These bitches disgusting | |
| I don't wanna discuss it (why) | |
| I violate these [?] | |
| Cause these bitches soft | |
| I spit on the dick then i lick it off | |
| Im the best of both worlds nigga | |
| Im not the average girl nigga | |
| Throwing shots but you not a killa | |
| These bitches deaf i dont hear em' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Bitches talking shit when I was gone | |
| See they quiet now that Remy home | |
| Talking tough but they fear me though | |
| All these little bitches ratchet | |
| Me I really bust my ratchet | |
| Mess around I really clap it | |
| All these fat transfer implanted bitches | |
| All they do is ass clap it (hoes) | |
| Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid | |
| Turned em' into bastards (forreal) | |
| I coulda turned into a casket | |
| I coulda put her in a casket | |
| Yall probably mad im still rapping | |
| I know yall mad im still laughing | |
| Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting | |
| [Verse Two : Remy Ma] | |
| I be ignoring hoes | |
| Dont come for me If i dont send for you | |
| Ima go so hard on these bitches that | |
| Motherfuckers forget to remember you | |
| Can't say i ain't try to be friends with you | |
| But you gone make me put an end to you | |
| Trust , you don't want smoke with me | |
| Cause you won't go home where you post to be | |
| Keep playing i'll smack a hoe | |
| My shit be laying a bitch got bundles | |
| Look how it's swinging they call me rapunzel | |
| Azelia Banks , Ms. 212 | |
| So tell me what the fuck you wanna do | |
| 20k for a walk through | |
| All yall bitches run through | |
| And wonder why niggas don't want you | |
| Wack bitch ! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Bitches talking shit when I was gone | |
| See they quiet now that Remy home | |
| Talking tough but they fear me though | |
| All these little bitches ratchet | |
| Me I really bust my ratchet | |
| Mess around I really clap it | |
| All these fat transfer implanted bitches | |
| All they do is ass clap it (hoes) | |
| Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid | |
| Turned em' into bastards (forreal) | |
| I coulda turned into a casket | |
| I coulda put her in a casket | |
| Yall probably mad im still rapping | |
| I know yall mad im still laughing | |
| Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting | |
| ************************************************** | |
| WSBH[Intro] | |
| Hand me my motherfucking Pelle Jacket | |
| I'm off this | |
| The Hoes, Bitches, Shorty, and Wifey | |
| Which one | |
| Do you | |
| Consider me to be? | |
| Tell me.... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes | |
| Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes | |
| Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes | |
| Which | |
| One | |
| Are you? | |
| [Verse:1] | |
| Now Wifey think she popular, she in the crib | |
| Wifey out food shopping, she got the kids | |
| Wifey doing the dishes, she folding clothes | |
| See she don't care bout his Shorty or the Bitches and Hoes | |
| 'Cuz him and Wifey been with each other since they was younger | |
| Wifey know shit like his social security number | |
| When they get into a fight, Wifey call his mother | |
| But what Wifey don't know is that its Shorty on the come up | |
| Shorty the one he take to the barbeques in the summer | |
| When Wifey get the voicemail, Shorty who he in front of | |
| Yeah, he still love her but he love Shorty too | |
| Plus the sex is so crazy and Shorty is so cool | |
| Now he ain't even fucking Wifey, Wifey is old news | |
| Wifey in the house crying, taking they kids to school | |
| He don't answer the phone, Wifey calling niggas in the school | |
| When he don't come home Wifey calling Shorty phone too | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse:2] | |
| Now he mad, and wanna leave Wifey but it's reasons he need her | |
| And yall know how the saying goes "it's cheaper to keep her" | |
| Wifey wanna leave but she scared to lose her status | |
| Besides she rather suffer than to let Shorty have him | |
| Now Shorty chilling, she sort of in the best position | |
| Shorty got her own house and none of his children | |
| Well at least none that's living, 'cuz Shorty stay in the clinics | |
| He barely pipe Wifey so with Shorty he raw in it | |
| Shorty she know his mother, his sisters and his brothers | |
| And they all know not to mention Wifey when they in front of her | |
| He with Wifey Christmas, but Shorty get gifts | |
| And Shorty can't stand his Hoes and his Bitches | |
| She knows he only sees them once in a blue | |
| But feels she shouldn't have to put up with Wifey and them too | |
| So Shorty getting mad, he gives her an excuse | |
| Fuck her and eat her pussy and everything is like new | |
| [Chorus] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| No Bet ChillFuck outta here, nigga | |
| No bet chill | |
| [Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| See the girls back home like mulberry | |
| Now they call me Hag and Daaz 'cause I got ice | |
| I got cream in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready | |
| And not to contradict my name | |
| See I don't really like to play the bar heavy | |
| I'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red | |
| I ain't got an enemy that's not dead | |
| Oh, you a hothead, I'll leave your head hot | |
| You know, I got lead when you see that red dot | |
| And plus I'm dead nice, these bitches dead not | |
| My chain Flinstone, bracelet bedrock | |
| And when I'm not in Miami, it's hot like Miami | |
| I got twin Glocks call 'em cotton and candy | |
| I got cousins that get it poppin' named Tequila and Brandy | |
| I spent like 10 thousand just shoppin' for panties | |
| Know these bitches can't stand me, catch me hoppin' out that Cadi | |
| Shawty gased up 'cause I'm frontin' and I'm callin' him daddy | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If he ain't a looking good then I'm like no bet bhill | |
| If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill | |
| If he ain't actin' right, if he ain't packin' like 9 inches | |
| Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill | |
| If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill | |
| He don't want me to smoke and like no bet chill | |
| He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch | |
| Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chill | |
| [Verse 2:Remy Ma] | |
| Homie, I ain't impressed 'cause you dropped 450 on a New Jersey | |
| I just dropped 450 on a crib in New jersey | |
| But I'm from South Bronx, muthafucka, you heard me | |
| I can tell you a bird 'cause you get up to early | |
| You actin', askin' who's really that bitch | |
| I know a fever when I see it you ain't really that sick | |
| I spit full blown, you a mile cold | |
| I'm 21 years young, y'all bitch wild old | |
| Can tell you in your 40s like you pushin' 40 | |
| Got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody's shawty, stop | |
| You really need to lay off the cock | |
| Y'all bitches Bacardi Breezers and I'm Remy on the rocks | |
| Watch and I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or a watch | |
| I'm talkin' sum Joey crack shit, I'm 'bout to get a match | |
| And you know the summer comin' I can use another drop | |
| Got the ghetto barbie but I got a lil' pop, pop | |
| (Chrous) | |
| [Verse 3:Remy Ma] | |
| See I know how to rhyme and I'm nice on the mic | |
| And I know how to ride 'cause I'm nice on them bikes | |
| And not for nothin', I'm the type to wife | |
| See I can cook and clean but I like to fight | |
| I had this shawty like to bite I called 'em Iron Mike | |
| Changed it to Jack Frost 'cause he started buyin' ice | |
| If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', never catch me cryin' | |
| You'd think I was down with the clipse the way I be grindin' | |
| See a lot of chics is sick but I'm the sickest one | |
| I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one | |
| I got 99 guns and I still ain't done | |
| Until this day I wish that I could bring back Pun | |
| Yeah, I know you can't take it, kid | |
| See, it wears the pants in this relationship | |
| But you gotta love me 'cause I'm so real | |
| When bitches try to hate 'em, like no bet chill | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Remy talking) | |
| What do you mean do I love you? | |
| Of course I love you , I love all of y'all | |
| Yeah, Larsen, I got my chills let's be for real | |
| ************************************************** | |
| X-Box[Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| (It's funny to me I'm fucking laughing) | |
| I heard these Biggie Small bitches is ready to die | |
| Cause everybody say I'm Remy Ma the Queen of NY | |
| The streets say she mean, and then she say she nice | |
| I know I'm the BX Savior, Shesus Khryst | |
| Fucking with me you better think thrice | |
| Because I keep that ratchet, my mase, and my knife | |
| And I don't pop pills but I will OD and | |
| I'll pop that steel of a GP | |
| See, I break ya jaw bitch, I been real | |
| You the type of whore wanna break my windshield | |
| So stop acting crazy, cut the shenanigans | |
| Yeah I fucked your man, and I'm gone fuck your man again | |
| See me in the physical stiff like mannequins | |
| Use they children for shelter scared to death panicking | |
| Respect my handle bitch R to the Ezzy | |
| X-box yes ma please believe it! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| (Intro) Shesus Khyrst[Hook] [2x] | |
| If Jay-Z is J- Hova | |
| And Nas is God son | |
| And I was spitting crack to the people and die son | |
| And then I came back like I never left nice | |
| Then I'm the BX Savior , Shesus Khryst | |
| [Verse1:] | |
| That's right I don't listen fuck with you told me | |
| I shits on these bitches niggas can't control me | |
| Pissed on my contract , dissed Ms. Joey | |
| Now I call him Sprint cause that mothafucker phony | |
| Ya'll looking for Rem? Well I'm roaming literally I'm in Italy Nigga I'm holding, puffing that young six piff | |
| I'm smoking you popping that E mothafucka' you rolling | |
| See Pun told em shes so nice and when it comes to the pen That she was like some of the greatest of men | |
| The way she would write | |
| And now I'm the BX Savior Shesus Khryst | |
| Don't mention my name in vein no bitch surpasses me | |
| Don't piss me off and I should not commit a casualty | |
| I'm the best none before none should come after me | |
| Talking against Rem ? Now that's blasphemy | |
| Actually I'm laughing cause what could you say? | |
| See I stay fresh and my swag up crazy | |
| Plus these chicks lazy so how you gone stop her? | |
| When my spit game sick and my whip game proper | |
| See her in Hollywood or you could see her on the block | |
| And they telling me I'm the one number one chief rocker Evolution is evident these old chicks Genesis this is Revelations And I'm the New Testament | |
| [Hook] [2x] | |
| If Jay-Z is J- Hova | |
| And Nas is God son | |
| And I was spitting crack to the people and die son | |
| And then I came back like I never left nice | |
| Then I'm the BX Savior , Shesus Khryst | |
| ************************************************** | |
| I Run New York[Verse 1: Remy] | |
| Tell me why is yall actin' like | |
| I don't have this | |
| Like I don't get it in | |
| When it comes to this rap shit | |
| The mixtape murderer, album assassin | |
| Anything I ever been on it's a classic | |
| The Queen of NY , yeah I run my residence | |
| The former First Lady now I'm running for President | |
| 99 percent of these guys are better than the chicks already | |
| So they know what it is, unsigned till veteran | |
| Fuck is you telling Rem, I'm the epitome | |
| I'm the equivalent of the Statue of Liberty | |
| I'm right at the Port, holding the torch | |
| With a crown on my head | |
| Yeah I run New York | |
| It's the BX savior, Harlem's finest | |
| I run Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island | |
| I'm not wildin' I'm that thorough | |
| I'm that nice I rep all five boroughs | |
| I'm hot on 9-7, got power on 1-0-5 | |
| I'm up and down Manhattan like the FDR Drive | |
| See I don't think yall get it | |
| I'm more NY than a Yankee fitted | |
| And everyday I live here | |
| Its like I'm risking my life | |
| I done seen them blow the World Trade Center up twice | |
| And I'm still here | |
| What you thought? | |
| You can tell from my accent I'm from New York | |
| I run New York | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Bonnie N Clyde (verses)[Verse 1: Remy Martin] | |
| See I be on some other shit | |
| Like fuck your dead mother shit | |
| Disrespect ya whole character | |
| Call you by your government | |
| I dont know what these bitches think | |
| You ugly and ya pussy stink | |
| Ya whole flow is borrowed | |
| Stole everything but the kitchen sink | |
| See you just mad bitch | |
| And you suck mad dick | |
| My shit is fire I does my own adlib | |
| With no practice | |
| I spits backwards backwards I spits | |
| I practice; no atlas | |
| And niggas should call you frying pan | |
| Your face is like a frying pan | |
| And niggas throw they meat in you | |
| You burn em like a frying pan | |
| I ain't lying man | |
| See yall dont really want it | |
| I got these Bitches Scared To Death | |
| They Know The Album Coming | |
| Yeap See Slate | |
| This Is Why I Told You | |
| I Can Not Do Mixedtapes | |
| I Just Be Talkin Fuckin Reckless | |
| Its Crazy | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Martin] | |
| And I Ain't Gotta Force It | |
| My Shit Come Natural | |
| You Dont Want Me On Every Mixtape | |
| As If I Was Papoose | |
| Exposing All Your Skeletons | |
| Straight Getting At you | |
| Tellin Everybody Imma Fuck You Up | |
| When I Catch You | |
| No What Im Talkin Bout | |
| Im What A Thug About | |
| Tella Nigga Im Frontin So The Squad Can Slut em' Out | |
| My Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out | |
| Then Come Back With Some Different Shit | |
| Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My Shit | |
| Im That Bitch And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me | |
| Yall Bitches Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately | |
| Im Talkin Like Fuckin Last Year Like Last Decade | |
| (Hahahahaha) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| WhatevaPut your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva | |
| See if the God say get her imma get her | |
| Ill have her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her | |
| The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin greasy | |
| Lil jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be | |
| See Im R to tha Ez, its mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms stay freezin | |
| I gets fly for no reason, see I got money but its always robbin season | |
| See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz, the girl is sick and please believe, that imma start, see every damn night I ball ? is blue and grey like Seton Hall | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva | |
| Yea see Rem is a monster, Im raps MVP the star on the roster | |
| Officially a boogie-down Bronxer, Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia | |
| My shits so butter they should call me Marge | |
| And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as Im in charge | |
| And whateva I say goes, so if I say NO, dont ask why just assume its because I say SO | |
| Ive been doin it too long, ain't nothin ? me, Ill run through ur lil gated community | |
| You know how the girl be, Im a show stopper, Ill give it to you early before the toast pops up | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva | |
| See this goes out to my Bx crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me | |
| Fuck em all day, fuck em all night, treat niggas like hoes | |
| Its whateva like a four long blaze, and Im hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn | |
| People tryin to make shit to make niggas bop, I make shit they play that get niggas shot | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup | |
| And you already know the rules dont apply to us | |
| We gon do what we do, its whateva 2 fuck | |
| We got the fly shit here we go, drivin backwards down the one like Big in the hypnotized video | |
| Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, now everybody light your lighters | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up | |
| Put your right hand up (Man, man) | |
| Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Hit Me[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| Why would I display the 7 put you a nigga news | |
| When I can spray the desert take a nigga out his shoes | |
| See these niggas mad pussy, and these pussies mad loose | |
| Cuz they been getting fucked and pimped like prostitutes | |
| And still your crew so soft I ain't even gotta shoot | |
| I can punch you in your face, put the footage on Youtube | |
| Whats wrong with you, you ain't part of the crew see | |
| If you ain't the rapper then your a male groupie | |
| (yup yup yup) | |
| The girl so Gucci, the Princess of Pucci | |
| Lately they been calling me Lady Louis | |
| The Vuitton vixen, female Fendi | |
| Shorty Chanel Rodeo Drive Remy | |
| I'm fresh but what you expect | |
| Yes I take cash , credit, and personal checks | |
| Oh yeah I'm a bastard | |
| When I shop I ask the cashier if she want paper or plastic | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| Shesus Khryst tell me who's fucking with me | |
| And if shes so nice tell that bitch to come and get me | |
| The Queen of NY I gets busy | |
| I got a Ace and a 9 and I'm still like (Hit me) | |
| Get me got me | |
| You can't stop me because I'ma go-getter | |
| If you need that snow, then my name cold weather | |
| See I keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera | |
| Whip proper, Betty Crocker (no one can do it better) | |
| No need to argue or debate it | |
| I'm like Floyd you should appreciate me sparring with these haters | |
| You ain't never been the best, and you far from the greatest | |
| You like Mayweather father , you swear to God that you made us | |
| I read the website pages and they saying I'm the illest bitch | |
| You look like a puppet and you need a ventriloquist | |
| These females are fans, these guys are groupies | |
| So I'ma let you star in your own movie | |
| Then I'ma (shoot at you actors like movie directors) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Lets Get It On[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Remy Ma is that bitch | |
| Plus the camp is here | |
| When I come through call me kiss cause the champ is here | |
| These bitches kill me claiming that they best | |
| Bet you take that bass out ya voice when I cave ya chest | |
| Your 15 minutes of fame been came and left | |
| And I just started bubbling yall bitches are in trouble man | |
| One phone call and you finished cuz my squad stay on the double | |
| Man we got cannons, handguns and toys that go blam-o-blam | |
| I dont think ya mans and dem' understand that | |
| When my boys get tight they'll pop like a rubberband | |
| And you when you get shot its gone shock all ya other mans | |
| Like when SDot brought in JL that SummerJam see | |
| I'm Remy Ma see to tell the truth I dont give a fuck | |
| I do all yall bitches like I did that chick in Lady Duck | |
| Sleazy, I swear to God it's too easy but | |
| I can't stop now the industry needs me nigga | |
| (Chorus: Remy + Fat Joe) | |
| You wanna get it poppin bitches? | |
| Ok Lets get it on | |
| U wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? | |
| Well lets get it on | |
| It cost u 20 just to hear her spit (Listen) | |
| Terror Squad I know you fearing this | |
| C'mon Lets get it on | |
| U wanna get it popping bitches | |
| Ok lets get it on | |
| You wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? | |
| Well lets get it on | |
| Rusty opps or a hollow tip | |
| Cockback and swallow it | |
| Remy been a problem bitch | |
| Now Remy making profits nigga | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| A few years ago I was really tryna be lenient | |
| Since yall acting like fried chickens I'ma do yall greasy | |
| Believe me Remy is of the heazy I run shit round here | |
| Like my name was M-Easy | |
| Ain't a need for u to ask where Rem been | |
| You know I'm getting guap , when the face of my watches spinning | |
| I got BET all on me, MTV calling me | |
| The cover of the XXL, and The Source see | |
| The Vibe is next, they signing checks left and right | |
| Everyday I'm catching flights was in LA last night Miami this morning | |
| See I can go thru any weather , curls got me G-foreign | |
| So when I say I gets fly | |
| I really be getting fly | |
| Smoking haze on the plane or then really I'm getting high | |
| And you just be getting by looking for a handout | |
| Stop Hummer stunting you frontin let the can hang out nigga | |
| [Verse 3: Remy Ma] | |
| Look Pun opened the door and now I'm in it | |
| Terrors the squads and cook coke Cracks the lieutenant | |
| I always thought of Remy Martin as a sergeant | |
| But I'm cool being a kernel cuz now I'm poppin' | |
| I spit so butter I'm still so gutter | |
| Switched up and still flows like no other | |
| I'm like yea yea yeah lean back | |
| I'm in a NY state of mind stressed , like where the fuck the pheens at? | |
| Cuz I got that crack | |
| And I ain't talking bout a pack | |
| See my niggas gone dont make me have to bring em back | |
| I'm reppin the X, T-s on my chest | |
| That nigga wildn and ride em N yes emto death | |
| So we can go to war see | |
| Thats a true story | |
| I got niggas with weather millas that kill and shoot for me | |
| And I dont hate cha but | |
| When you on the top of New york you tend to do things of that nature | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Banned From NY[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Mic check 1-2 , 1-2 | |
| In school I walked the halls with a sharp pencil | |
| Now I'm drawing a pistol, let a nigga do a bitch move | |
| Or let a bitch move I'm shitting | |
| Wiping my ass with em like tissue | |
| And then I gotta flush em see Remy really don't love em | |
| Same shit different toilet, so like a plum I'd hate to plunge her | |
| And If a nigga got some trees and a nice piece of lumber | |
| And could make some paper than I might just fuck him | |
| And If I stick em , than I stuck em | |
| Like a chicken I'll pluck em | |
| Gave him some scrambled eggs | |
| Now he walking so I duck him | |
| Niggas got bubblegum blow | |
| Pop broads like Rem some sorta sucker | |
| Put some money on that bitch and I bet you I Lady Luck her | |
| If she want a problem , cause a uproar or a ruckus | |
| It's never nothing for me to quickly Timberland chuck her | |
| Dead in the middle of ground zero | |
| I'm like a Superhero, female Joe Pesci, Al Pacino modern day Robert De Niro | |
| Defend my niggas that do murders like Robert Shapiro | |
| Drink Malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow | |
| Forreal tho, Tell my flow ain't so crazy | |
| Just shot at yo crib | |
| Not where you live but where you lay yo baby | |
| And lately I been spittin on some I'm real yo Conceited shit | |
| To me chicks is like dicks | |
| I'm quick to tell em beat it bitch | |
| You hang around boxers, but your no tough cookie | |
| You only get hard when your around pussies | |
| I do chick greasy K Sleazy know my M.O | |
| Why you runnin round like please, please listen to my demo | |
| I'm in a new MB bitch and I'm buggin at the windows | |
| With the tints, limo black cause I'm blowing down the Indo | |
| You may stunt round them other broads | |
| But you don't want it with Rem tho | |
| Take your posters down on some petty shit like my nigga N-O | |
| I ain't saying that you garbage | |
| You better stuck where you started | |
| You could neva ever ever ever be Ms.Martin | |
| I flow retarded, You can't stand to see me | |
| I know you was wishing I was really banned from TV | |
| That still wouldn't stop me from talking reckless on mixtapes, and CD's FM, XM, Satellite, and DVD | |
| I'm remarkable it don't matter who I'm talking to | |
| They all flow mediocre and they faces ain't marketable | |
| Look ma you need more than some shades and some shiny lips | |
| For me to believe you a rapper, and you really can spit | |
| That you even next to me, Do yall hear this bitch? | |
| I wish I was Foxy right now I don't wanna hear this shit | |
| You need to fuck back, I know you been sneaking round back | |
| You and your weave is loose I can see your tracks | |
| You ain't fire , no bitch you ain't poppin | |
| You a burning sanitation truck, ma you hot garbage | |
| You a bum bitch, you hear the trumpets | |
| It's the Queen of NY, Remy Ma | |
| And I ain't nothing to fuck with | |
| Rem! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Who Shot ’Em Up[Hooks] | |
| Yeah, aha | |
| You know, there's been a lot of things going on | |
| [?] | |
| A lot of people talking | |
| A lot of people often | |
| [?] | |
| Saying how we do, you know what I mean? | |
| [Remy Ma] | |
| Yeah, that nigga Hooks, Remy Ma | |
| The BXA, bitch, Shesus Khryst | |
| Bitches, they be yappin' it | |
| Actin' like they be baggin' it | |
| Still I don't believe 'em until I see they clappin' it | |
| Better keep it accurate, mama | |
| No need for the [?] | |
| Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) | |
| Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) | |
| [Hooks] | |
| Niggas, they be rappin' it, actin like they clappin' it | |
| Still, I don't believe 'em until I see that they be clappin' it | |
| Better keep it accurate, homie | |
| No need for the [?] | |
| Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) | |
| Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) | |
| Ayo, that's the shit [?] | |
| Absurd how they actin' | |
| Niggas with a [?] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| How We Do (Freestyle)[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| I be's the hottest bitch on the market nigga | |
| Remy Martin from BX to Compton nigga | |
| And if you see Game tell em it's not a game | |
| Cause every nigga ever fucked me is pussy whipped something crazy | |
| True story you'll be all on me like damn she a certified shawty | |
| Oh yeah boogie down my city | |
| Pretty Remy have em sick when they see my titties | |
| Plus my lips like (uh), my hips like (uh) | |
| My ass like (nah) you gets none | |
| Pussy niggas is too scared yall really need to run | |
| I know they told you to get a dog but you need to get a gun | |
| I was never a motherfucker, I'm really into sons | |
| Brothers, fathers, uncles and husbands | |
| And every and then I might be do a cousin | |
| I'm a nigga magnet to attract em it's nothing | |
| I left the factory I was on the 645 | |
| Ain't a need for wooden doors when a bitch this fly | |
| Got cut in my face and I'm still a dime | |
| Have a nigga on parole in my room getting high | |
| If you wine me, dine me, and buy me diamonds | |
| I'll give it you , just how you like it boy | |
| And my shit stay wet , how much you wanna bet | |
| I'm as real as it gets | |
| They say I fucked up cause I wrapped Luck up | |
| Them rap hoes do not want me around | |
| Because I spits it, and when I spits it | |
| All they rhymes gone get shut the fuck down | |
| They say my LP flopped and my whole team wack | |
| And I only blew up because of Lean Back | |
| But I'm like fuck you because my G's stack | |
| Plus my whole squad killers and you can believe dat | |
| Nigga! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Chubb Rock[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| Yap yap, straight from the top | |
| I ain't even waitin' for the beat to drop | |
| You see all these bitches hatin' but they need to stop | |
| Because use it ain't my fault I spit ether god | |
| Most swag than you ever could have | |
| And the purse worth more than the money in the bag | |
| Stupid, y'all bitches make me laugh | |
| You should quit niggas got you gassed | |
| Y'all try to do this, me, I does this | |
| You should see me when I'm with my cousins | |
| Yeah, we buzzin', y'all just buzzards | |
| Y'all thought that y'all was poppin', but y'all wasn't | |
| Y'all pop two bottles and you think you stuntin' | |
| I pop ten bottles like it's nothin' | |
| Please don't worry 'bout who I'm fuckin' | |
| Ima homewrecker, I'll fuck your husband | |
| Easy | |
| Microphone checker what is this | |
| How many times I gotta tell these bitches | |
| I'm like a infomercial I'm about my business | |
| And I just got started, y'all been finished | |
| And everybody know Remy hard as fuck | |
| I drive dolo through the city in cars and trucks | |
| And they starstruck, All shucks | |
| All y'all broads is washed up | |
| Ya gotta | |
| [Verse 2: Papoose] | |
| 2008 Papoose stepped up on the scene | |
| With the thing in the seam on my jean | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Rapid Fire[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| Now the girl was gone but I came back | |
| When I came back, came back in a brand new baby blue blue Maybach | |
| Terror Squad the squad and we don't play that | |
| Remy Ma, bad bitch I know you hate that | |
| Can't take that I state facts, I guess thats why cats be grillin | |
| Got dro, got dough,got fly clothes, got condos, got dam we chillin | |
| Now BET wanna know how we living, and MTV wanna film my cribs | |
| No kiddin, go get it, We kilt it admit it we be's the shit | |
| Yall can't believe that we did it right? | |
| Ain't think we get it right? | |
| You hear the change in the flow when I spit it | |
| Like yall niggas ain't ready its really heavy its Remy | |
| [?] | |
| I'm smokin spaghetti and thats why people forgettin that | |
| Cats pussy, push me and you gone get it | |
| Got diamonds embedded in the front and back of my pendant | |
| Dont mean to hurt you boo its reversible | |
| So you can flip and flop it | |
| I got the sickest watches, Watch it my ice nice and the band is Ostrich | |
| I got kicks that ain't never even left the box | |
| It's so crisp, ask Pap he be licking the bottom | |
| You dont got em, can't get em | |
| Watch how I match the fitted | |
| I stay on my job so I can give yall the business | |
| My tits is the biggest, Hips the thickest | |
| You try to diss us, I'ma make sure you that you little niggas swim with the fishes | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Intro[Intro] | |
| I, I get money, money is got (I, I get it) | |
| I, I get money, money is got (I, I get it) | |
| I, I get money, money is got (Yeah, yeah) | |
| Money, money is got, money, money is got (I run New York!) | |
| (screeching, gun shots, collision sounds, sirens) | |
| [News Broadcast 1] | |
| The Bronx-born rapper after an early morning shooting in Manhattan, our Ingrid Kelley is standing by in Chelsea with the very latest now, Ingrid | |
| Well good evening Cheryl. It started out as a party at the Pizza Bar, but what took place outside of the Pizza Bar could land a female rapper in trouble with the law. Now her name is Remy Ma and police are waiting for her to come here to this police station right behind me so that they can question her about a shooting | |
| [News Broadcast 2] | |
| Remy Ma allegedly shot a female sitting in a car. Remy Ma then got into an escalade and left the scene and crashed the SUV | |
| [News Broadcast 3 and 4] | |
| Now Remy had a song in 2004 with the Terror Squad called Lean Back. Again police at that police station (inaudible)- I cannot see my child again. Like do yall understand that I have shows overseas, like, please. Like, I'm supposed to be on my European tour right now | |
| [News Broadcast 5] | |
| But for Remy putting her career on hold is a minimal concern compared to the damage being done to her reputation | |
| [News Broadcast 6 and 7] | |
| Today is May 13th but in the hip-hop world, today is the day that Remy Ma - The Grammy Nominated rapper who's real name is Remy Smith was sentenced today to 8 years in prison for a shooting outside a Chelsea nightclub last summer. Smith could've faced up to 25 years behind bars | |
| [Radio broadcast w/ Angie Martinez and Remy Ma] | |
| You have a BAC prepaid call from Reminisce, an inmate at Hello? | |
| Rem What's going on? | |
| How are you? I'm fantastic, how are you? | |
| That's what I'm hearing, I'm fantastic too, Rem. It is so good to talk to you man. Excuse me, I'm sorry, can we have a one time for Rem? (clapping) Let's start this off properly, let's start this off properly | |
| So - Alright - so Rem I'm understanding we are 10 days away from you hitting these streets. Uh, in prison lingo it'd be 9 days and a wake-up | |
| (Laughing) Okay good. I can't imagine for you what that feels like. Tell me what you feel like. Um, I-I'm chilling. Like this whole thing I think everybody has been more excited than me. I'm just like "alright." There's a list of things to do. Staff things (inaudible) | |
| [News Broadcast 8] | |
| On Friday afternoon Ms. Info reported that the Bronx rapper Remy Ma was released from the Bedford Hills Facility for Women in New York at around 3 P.M. after serving nearly 7 years in jail. She took to her Instagram for what's most likely the first real post of her own, saying simply, "I'm back." Remy Martin is officially home from jail | |
| [DJ Khaled] | |
| Ayo, Rem. It's DJ Khaled and I just gotta be honest. Rem you know you the truth. Yo Rem you know you special. Rem you come from a special cloth. Rem you know what you gotta do. Rem you know the streets been waiting for you. Rem you got loyal fans, they ride with you. Now you got new fans. Rem you know we family, you know that. You know I work with the best of them, We The Best. And I gotta be honest, it's time to bless the streets with Remy Martin I'm Around Mixtape. Most importantly Rem, you smart, you a genius | |
| ************************************************** | |
| So Hot[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| I left the factory I was on the 645 | |
| Got dudes runnin' up on a don like yo bitch so fly | |
| See I been talkin' to the kids and the kids don't lie | |
| They like R to the E-z M to the Y | |
| It's the hottest chick out and yall really got a problem | |
| But I know how to solve em | |
| We ain't gotta rob em | |
| We the Bronx bombers we Timberland stomp em | |
| Semi-automatic or trade revolve em | |
| The squadron the hardest regardless I'm heartless | |
| Once said I was the type to fuck your baby's father | |
| Now all these snake niggas tryna crawl in my garden | |
| But I need a dude with an anaconda | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I need a nigga to hit it and quit and me scream (Ahh) | |
| You know I'll pull the trigger let it squeeze (Ahh) | |
| Down South I heard they go for 17 | |
| I got the stash spots in the V, nigga please | |
| Got damn | |
| Remy is so hot, yall hoes is so not | |
| I'm hot like a coke spot | |
| I'm burning up | |
| Remy is so hot, yall hoes is so not | |
| I'm hot like a coke spot | |
| I'm burning up | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Hey , Have you eva eva, eva, eva in your long leg life | |
| Seen a cutie with booty got a flow so tight? | |
| See I really can rhyme and I know how to hold a mic | |
| Work with the purple and the green, and even better with the white | |
| Plus I'm rich bitch I'm a real big timer | |
| Your in a line up with Nickel and dimer | |
| I'm spinning dollars on platinum and diamonds | |
| Got the old school rims on my old school ride | |
| Yall liars and I'm as hot as fire | |
| Bout to change my name to Jambalaya | |
| Bout to change the game from all the priors | |
| You should do the Jay and just retire | |
| (Chorus) | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Yo, you don't gotta tell me that I look good | |
| White Airs, white tee, damn I'm so hood | |
| Whenever I could I rocks my hoodie Reps the Boogie where You'll get smacked out for talkin loud to me | |
| And the word around town is that it's no game | |
| Yall know my name and I'm not playing | |
| I flow insane, was flown on a plane straight to MIA | |
| Got that beat Novocaine, set the streets ablaze | |
| Yeah the girl is flames I'm in heavy rotation | |
| And I'm killin the tape | |
| Don't a day go bye I don't got a date | |
| It's like everyday's my birthday got so much cake | |
| (Chorus) | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Queen of NYFuck what you heard I am that bitch | |
| And I'll pluck a bird on some subliminal shit | |
| You see I'm the type of chick that a be looking for you | |
| You can't say nothing slick to a can of oil | |
| Now reckless they talk out they mouth | |
| And then I see them they talking about | |
| That I ain't they one they talking about | |
| See this is the shit I be talking about | |
| Too many rappers running around these chicks is tricks Them niggas is clowns and I'm the only one holding the crown | |
| The Queen of NY nigga R to the easy please believe me | |
| Yo that nigga that you loving tho | |
| I got dough when he needs me | |
| He don't wanna wife you, you a jump skeezy | |
| And I got dirt on him so he tried to throw a seed in me | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Diamonds Are Forever[Verse 1: Remy Ma] | |
| You see these old bitches they dont want it | |
| They already know I gotta watch these young bitches | |
| Tryna master the flow | |
| You know the ones by the backdoor handing me a CD | |
| Talking bout when they make it to the top they gone see me again | |
| It ain't that I ain't impressed but I ain't pressed | |
| See I don't listen to these bitches | |
| But I ain't deaf and I ain't blind shorty must be outta her mind | |
| I'm watching all yall motherfuckers, yea who the fuck want it? | |
| And got everybody ducking bitch ain't CEO | |
| Ands thats an acronym for better instead of them calling us hoes | |
| And if you ain't coming with us , then you know you gotta go | |
| I seen Young Jeezy and told him I got that snow (yeah) | |
| I'm spitting like I'm still in the projects | |
| 22 forty-five apartment 9F | |
| I never did Lean Back, and I ain't on yet | |
| But in my mind I'm 18 and Pun ain't gone yet (check) | |
| I'm banging on the table in the lunchroom | |
| Crispy Jordans, matching Jansport, NorthFace snorkel | |
| Recording in Q crib, using towels to soundproof it | |
| Still battling the Blood bitches in Soundview | |
| I'm smoking beef & broccoli in the lobby I be pollying | |
| Niggas bringing niggas to the block so I can body em | |
| Bitches really hating cuz they heard they husband hollering | |
| But I don't give a fuck cause in the hood Remy like Rhodaman | |
| Keep a heater, I'm a leader and I got some followers | |
| Told em Ima take them from the projects to the promised land | |
| And I ain't lying man you see I really mean it | |
| The girl Rem's on fire I got these bitches heated | |
| I'm undefeated and If these chicks is looking skinny | |
| It's cause people heard of Remy and none of these bitches eating | |
| And man forever-ever-for eva-eva | |
| I gots the crown! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Victory 3000[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| Yo this bitch can spit for hours | |
| I'ma flip the script so these bitches can see who got the power | |
| Plus I got the powder, niggas used to doubt her | |
| Now they check the curb to see what I jumped out of | |
| Yeah right now matter what my gear tight | |
| Think my piece look sick you should see in the light | |
| Sitting on my titties like, what the fuck nigga jump | |
| Gotta Glock in the stash box , pump in the trunk | |
| And I'll dump every single last fucking one these slugs | |
| To the acid any motherfucking one of you bugs | |
| Word to everything I love, I ain't tryna to be a thug | |
| But I really will slap the shit out of one of you sluts | |
| You a dolja , living in the next mans world | |
| And I'm a soldier I'm like nigga get your girl | |
| If the bitch disrespect me she getting slapped up | |
| And your sideline niggas better back the fuck up | |
| Listen up I spit this for Christopher | |
| Rios and Wallace, and bitches can't stop this | |
| Crazy can't no nigga try to play me | |
| And instant, make it burn slower than an incense | |
| Like fuck your demad whore, Fuck what you stand for | |
| If you wasn't scared what the fuck yo ass ran for | |
| You pussy and I knew it, these hoes is so stupid | |
| You so old news and I'm so exclusive | |
| You told me you respect me now tell em I'm the nicest | |
| Gotta charge a fee my but sixteen's are priceless | |
| You think you better lets battle for your ice bitch | |
| Battle for your life bitch | |
| And no offense but I can't stand a dyke bitch | |
| See I really like dick | |
| And I fucked your man and he told me that he liked it | |
| How you like that bitch? Remy is that bitch | |
| He bust twice bust twice | |
| Why you click clackin' | |
| Keep chit-chattin , thinking it can't happen | |
| Body gone sweep up on the shore of Manhattan | |
| Not a problem to rob em' checks I cash it | |
| Bitches so funny that's why I stay laughing | |
| Keep letting em gas it, thinking you got it mastered | |
| I'm not trying to take the spot I'm trying to pass it | |
| Bitches walking round looking like straight plastic | |
| Remy mad thick, nice ass big ass tits | |
| Oh shit , so sick | |
| Bitches don't know shit, supercalifragilistex-piala"HO"bitch | |
| Run that, fuck that | |
| Catch you wanna come back money tight tight now | |
| Leave you life right now | |
| Bitches better pipe down, for they get knifed down | |
| If you wanna act up, you can get stabbed up , clapped up | |
| Handcuffed, duct taped , wrapped up | |
| Thrown in the back of a motherfuckin Mack truck | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Influentials[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| I got the city in a frenzy | |
| Everybody wanna know what it's really bout | |
| Every ear waiting to hear whats gone come outta Remy mouth | |
| I'm like a bad blood stain | |
| Niggas can't get me out | |
| I ain't no sidekick bitch | |
| I ain't just flipping out | |
| You tell me suck your dick | |
| I ain't saying whip it out | |
| I'm emptying the whole fucking clip in your zipper now | |
| You can't reproduce anymore bastards or bitches now | |
| I paid more dues than a college student | |
| I'm just tryna reap what I sow like the farmers do it | |
| And this shit ain't gone move itself,nigga I'ma move it | |
| And send anybody tryna stop me to the trauma unit | |
| (Fast) I ain't gotta prove my points | |
| Cause all of them is hollow tip | |
| I'm the Queen of New York, it ain't got shit to do with politics | |
| I'm dead nice I dont know what to say no more | |
| They like Rem why you dont come around the way no more? | |
| I'm like cuz muhfuckas hate, I might have to break a jaw | |
| It seem like the whole hood cooperating with the law | |
| I'm riding dirty, license suspended like it ain't no more | |
| Probably a car full of niggas that all spray that 4 | |
| Chicks see me like "damn Rem don't fuck with bitches at all" | |
| I don't fuck with bitches of course , cause bitches is whores (sluts) | |
| It's not just the black girls all these bitches is lost | |
| Puerto Rican , Asian, Caucasian, Dominican broads | |
| But truthfully to me see, dudes is the worst | |
| With ya half a hairline and ya dirty white shirt | |
| How this nigga straight bird on his Nextel chirp? | |
| [Verse 2:Papoose] | |
| Why would I walk past you and bump you | |
| Talk past you and mumble | |
| I could walk past you rush grab you and touch you | |
| They movin indirect my Ave. is a jungle | |
| But I approach him real calm, my swagger is humble | |
| Like pardon me homie, I ain't tryna gather no trouble | |
| But I'm actually puzzled | |
| Why you keep crackin your knuckles? | |
| These niggas is funny so I laugh and just chuckle | |
| On my lap got the mac with the muzzle | |
| It take business to move me, it take real women to soothe me | |
| Wanna spend some time, won't spend it with poosey | |
| That's the same reason I can't get with these groupies | |
| My girl got more credit then the end of the movie | |
| Bonafied killa, you spoken lie listener | |
| Stop stealin my rhymes, yous a stolen line spitter | |
| Take a flake by myself, holdin my liquor | |
| These ugly ass rappers can't pose in my picture | |
| Element of surpise, I don't notify niggas | |
| I pulverize niggas | |
| I went from A to Z, you could call me A-Z | |
| Do or die nigga, drop notarized scriptures | |
| They open eyes quicker | |
| Grimy war in 94' | |
| Unloading 9 gripper | |
| Nine copper, nine fiver, gun totin, nine sixer | |
| Son lockin, cut throats n' bust open yall niggas | |
| 2000 and 6 still holdin my trigger | |
| Unfolded my temper | |
| If you tell your fam, you wanna ride on his man | |
| He supposed to ride with you | |
| Blood and water don't coincide nigga | |
| But you tryna stop me from ridin like "no that's my nigga" | |
| When they don't want me to ride I override ni**az | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Catch The Beat[Verse 1:Remy Ma] | |
| Said that I got it I'ma give it and take it to these bitches | |
| And once I start ain't no stopping I'm talking no intermission | |
| I know these bitches be listening | |
| Steady think I'm dissing em | |
| But they pussy they ain't tryna fuck with Reminisce and 'em | |
| My flow got a cold and I'm really getting sick of dem | |
| Spitting holy water they dont want me to glistening | |
| I'm from murder murder Castle Hill | |
| I pull out the burner burner melt your ice grill | |
| Remy Martin ain't no bitch ill as me | |
| Only chick I like is Lauryn and she Hennessy | |
| Call me infinity cause ain't no end of me | |
| You ain't a blood relative you a fucking enemy | |
| I smoke alot of weed but I got alot of energy | |
| Type to fuck your man in ya crib where your dinner be | |
| Wearing yo robe making noise while ya kids asleep | |
| Call you on the phone so you can hear while he digging me | |
| Yeah I know you feeling me, these females be killing me | |
| I'm a grown ass woman so you can't be kidding me | |
| You need a laxative cuz yall bitches can't do shit to me | |
| No you a hoe you can't change your identity | |
| See I bust guns, and I cop keys | |
| You in the studio like (I'm tryna catch the beat) | |
| You really think your better than me? | |
| Bet your G, bet your piece , whatever I got extra cheese | |
| Like a hamburger, no dude you ever heard of | |
| Is anywhere next to my nigga shells burner | |
| It's a problem out the gate | |
| And you know they gone hate | |
| When they rewind the tape | |
| And that hear that nigga Gates | |
| Steady tryna catch the beat | |
| Can't even fucking catch the beat | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Kryptonite (Freestyle)[RemyMa: Verse 1] | |
| Remy Ma's a chef, see I be baking soda | |
| I mixed it with the white and now they call me Coke-A-Cola | |
| I be on that Kryptonite | |
| You see my legs, my ass, my waist | |
| My hips, my face, and my tits is right | |
| I be having niggas like, damn, damn, shorty look good | |
| Plus she really hood and she really be spittin like | |
| She ain't never gave a fuck | |
| Stay smoking that sticky bud | |
| In the cut like nigga what | |
| Twistin a vanilla Dutch | |
| Plus I'm over in LA, blazin on that Cali weed | |
| Then I gotta twist it in a Peach flavored Swisher Sweets. (Come on) | |
| And when Im in the Durty | |
| You know they bringing me goodies | |
| Im puffin patio piff you blowing backyard boogies | |
| Step in the place with my hoodie down | |
| Pussies like to call cops | |
| Never let em see my face | |
| In case I have to send shots | |
| Then we back up in the Benz, again, me and my friends and em | |
| No we ain't hoes but we chiefin like we Indians | |
| We be on that Kryptonite, you know we be gettin right | |
| And all he wanna know, is can he take me to his crib tonight | |
| And I'm like I'm the comma, Queen of NY comma | |
| Remy Ma's a problem, I only fuck with drama | |
| See I be on it on it | |
| All night, yo I be on it on it | |
| I be the reason that your dick is sore, when you wake up in the morning | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Unstoppable(Chorus) | |
| Remi Martin step on the scene like wha | |
| Pun album number 14 like wha | |
| Bout to take the whole industry like wha | |
| Like wha, what the fuck I can't be touched | |
| We got the BX locked the | |
| Mo less, T.S. has got me | |
| No stress cause y'all can't stop me | |
| A bitch like Rem is unstoppable | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| I wish every breath I take, could taste like 'dro | |
| Every sentence that I say will come out in a flow | |
| So I'll never have to write, or spend no dough on smoke | |
| I was never a comedian, but y'all ho's a joke | |
| I use to be the loud one, the only bitch in a bunch | |
| Standin in the middle crowd, puffin a blunt | |
| Like it's legal, never put the coke in my cut | |
| Just shotties and dead bodies layin up in the trunk | |
| Y'all ho's is drunk, you sound like her, you sound like him | |
| But I don't really care, long as no one sound like Rem | |
| Get into hot shit, y'all better stop shit | |
| Now I'm only spittin, in a minute, I'ma haul spit | |
| Make yo' record label take yo shit of the market | |
| Take ya name off the roster, and write Remi Martin | |
| I'ma a monster, to y'all fraud broads, I'ma probelm | |
| I spit so sick, and I flip so quick like wha! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Once I get started, you can't do shit | |
| But get pissed, cop the album, cassette, and compact disc | |
| Put me in a mansion, still a project bitch | |
| Party shit, come threw bombin shit | |
| In a Benz tesseler, wit the darkest tips | |
| So expensive, niggas hesitate to park the shit | |
| Niggas got big funds, so we copped big guns | |
| Y'all scared to death, since I got wit Big Pun | |
| If I ain't the baddest Bicth, in this rappin shit | |
| Tell me who the fuck is so I can slap the bitch | |
| Tell her stop writin rhymes, memorize her lines | |
| Get her own shit, she wastin my time | |
| I'm a double don, none of y'all can't trouble mines | |
| Make a remix, kill the same verse double time | |
| Hot to death, fuck around and stop ya breath | |
| The find ya hat, ya soul, and bloody the rest like wha! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| I think my flow, got a few hoes mad at me | |
| They run around tellin cats they wanna battle me | |
| Ready to put up the dough, the truck and the V | |
| I'm like whoa, y'all know who the fuck I be | |
| Y'all know that my nigga's call me hannibal | |
| Cause I be eatin bitches up like a cannibal | |
| Wild out, like a muthafuckin animal | |
| I got a thing for a clip that's expandable | |
| And that's no kiddin, and no bullshittin | |
| Murder you, yo kids, and ya grandchildren | |
| Body the bird, the dog, and the lil kitten | |
| You can stop the beat and all, and Remi still spittin | |
| And you still flippin, how she the hottest bitch | |
| When I get my shit written by the hottest kids | |
| Cause you so pussy, so don't push me | |
| And i'm way to loud, so you can't shush me, like wha! | |
| (Chorus) - 4x | |
| ************************************************** | |
| My Drink N 2 Step (Freestyle)(Chorus) | |
| Put ya drink in the air for the Queen of NY | |
| Put ya drink in the air for that chick Remy Ma | |
| Put ya drink in the air if you know she nice | |
| Put ya drink in the air for Shesus Christ | |
| I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step | |
| I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step | |
| It's on , it's on , it's on and I'm home | |
| Get the Patron and tell em that its on! | |
| [Remy Ma: Verse 1] | |
| Yeah | |
| Please believe it R to E-z | |
| Can't leave rap alone the game needs me | |
| Can't come to the phone cause I'm sleeping | |
| Shorty came over and spent the night on his knees | |
| Going down down baby , down just like a rollercoaster | |
| Keep heat baby right here in my shoulder holster | |
| Yall got little guns yall shit go chimmy chimmy pow | |
| I got big guns my shit like click click pow | |
| They like look at Remy now, I'm like yeah look at me | |
| Straight stunting just like my daddy | |
| I gotta little fatty and some big ass titties | |
| Even got cut in my face and I'm still mad pretty | |
| And these bitches can't catch me so these bitches mad at me | |
| So I smile in all my pictures | |
| Yeah I'm mad happy | |
| I heard you said when you see me that you was gone smack me | |
| Yeah bitch I'm laughing | |
| This is blown out of proportion don't gas it | |
| This bitch out of her mind and she plastic | |
| This bitch barely can rhyme and she bad bitch | |
| I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standing | |
| And they can't stand it, thats why I can't stand chicks | |
| Shesus Khryst mixtape you hoped it got banned | |
| You probably hope I go to court and get remanded | |
| Yeah bitch I'm laughing | |
| You sittin at home alone and you spazzing | |
| I'm sitting on your man face and he gagging | |
| I'm talking like he can't breath cuz I'm blacking | |
| Back and forth, and forth and back and | |
| Let him pull his head out for a second cuz he gasping | |
| Then I shove it right back in | |
| Meanwhile , you still tryna figure out what happen | |
| Yeah bitch I'm laughing | |
| Yall hoes is jokes now yall real funny | |
| See yall hoes is broke don't got no money | |
| And ya mans a bum , see don't even ask him | |
| Yeah bitch I'm laughin' | |
| (Chorus) | |
| [Outro] | |
| Please believe it R to E-z | |
| Can't leave rap alone the game needs me | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Get Em DaddyBitches better spit some shit | |
| Cause once I get my pen you know is a problem | |
| Niggas think cause Rem got money, that I won't fuckin rob em | |
| Attitude, you should call me Diddy, the way I'm boppin | |
| Keep a, deuce deuce, like OG Bobby Johnson | |
| But this ain't South Central, I'm from the boogie down Bronx | |
| It's queen of NY, you just a princess of the projects | |
| A bitch bummy with lil money, these hoes sho' is funny | |
| Go cash your WIC check bitch , ain't yo kid hungry? | |
| By the way your kids loves me, and ya man love me | |
| And it just gets worst, I don't think you understand honey | |
| You see I call him daddy, and he calls me baby | |
| And your son is so cute, he calls me pretty lady | |
| And your daughter I spoil her, I know you really hate me | |
| Damn, what has your man done for you lately? | |
| It's crazy I know he's never there when you need him | |
| Cause from the AM to the PM we be fucking when I see him | |
| We be touching, sucking, humpin, lustin, loving when I see him | |
| You be buggin, I'm wassup, it's really nothing when I see him | |
| When you see me you get sick, you know I'm doing my thing You probably puked, cause I'm cute, when you saw me in King | |
| And whats really fucked up, is that my album's coming soon | |
| Got damn, it must really suck to be you | |
| And its hot to be me you ain't got to think of me | |
| Just don't listen to radio, read magazines, or watch TV | |
| See, I be's the hottest chick on the market | |
| Reminisce Remy just Rem or Remy Martin, bitch! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| C.R.E.A.M.[Verse 1: Currensy] | |
| Yeah - started out on the good side | |
| And shooked to the hood side | |
| 'Cause that's where all the crooks reside | |
| And wherever there is crooks, there is crime | |
| Wherever there is crime, there is cash | |
| And wherever there is cash, there is eye | |
| Anywhere is eye, there is my guys | |
| The society of people that are all fly | |
| Bolt niggas and bitches only dance for the ritches | |
| Any place that I walk in, I make a grant interest | |
| Classic image, you've got to admit it: | |
| There is no one that can get all the attention from all of the women | |
| But these hoes slow down, so I make 'em steady dissin' | |
| Sayin' tryin' to figure out - well keep my clock tickin' | |
| Walking into the office meeting with my watch hittin' | |
| Not because I am scared of getting robbed | |
| But I don't wanna be offensive to the executives in here | |
| I got more money then 'em, and they supposed to be the ones with good jobs | |
| High spitter then that nigga, I'm a hood star | |
| 83 cut dough - that's my favorite hood call | |
| Corner park it up time that was my favorite hood walk | |
| Pass me the chopper, I show you what it’s good for | |
| [Verse] (x2) | |
| Cash rules everything around me - C.r.e.a.m | |
| Get the money - Dollar dollar bill, yoo | |
| [Verse 2: Remy Ma] | |
| (Rem) x2 | |
| Cash rules everything around me | |
| I heard motherfuckers telling niggas that they found me | |
| But how is that possible when you ain't know where robby | |
| ? ya niggas hot - I tell ya stay the fuck from Remy | |
| I be puffing purple, but sometimes I blow that brownie | |
| Jay from Jamaica rolled in papers, smuggled in bouncy | |
| I am 'bout to get money, bitch - dollar, dollar bill, yeah | |
| I got a live crew that is dyin' to kill ya | |
| Niggas feel my New York slang like they feel mob | |
| Yeah, I mean, fuck outta here, son | |
| That’s for ill ? | |
| Go back to Hollywood ? that's where you got a chill guard | |
| Never letting my nils ? I put that burner in your grill, Pa | |
| Remy Ma, the queen of NY, she is so nice | |
| A.k.a. the Bronx savior, Shesus Khryst | |
| Whatever hater say - he or she don't like | |
| May whatever they wish of me come back to them, Christ | |
| Fuck your dead mother, bitch and your kid's a bastard | |
| I am just here for Currensy, so tell me where the cash is | |
| See - money controls all I seem: mass of confidence | |
| Cash rules everything around me in other words | |
| [Verse] (x4) | |
| Cash rules everything around me - C.r.e.a.m | |
| Get the money - Dollar dollar bill, yoo | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Dirty Dancin’[Hook] | |
| Put your drink in the air for the queen LY | |
| Put your drink in the air for the chick Remy Ma | |
| Put your drink in the air if you know she nice | |
| Put your drink in the air for Shesus Khryst | |
| I got my drink and my two-step | |
| My drink and my two-step | |
| I got my drink and my two-step | |
| My drink and my two-step | |
| It's on, it's on, it's on | |
| I'm home, get the patron | |
| And tell them that it's on | |
| Yeah, please believe it | |
| R to the easy | |
| Can't leave rap alone, the game easy | |
| [Verse] | |
| Can't come to the phone coz I'm sleepin' | |
| Shawty came over and spent the night | |
| On his knees going down, down baby | |
| Down just like a rollercoaster | |
| [?], baby, right hand, my shoulder holster | |
| Y'all got little congestion | |
| Go shimmy, shimmy - pow | |
| I got big guns | |
| My shit like click, click - pow | |
| They got little Rem now | |
| I'm like "yeah, look at me" | |
| Straight stuntin' just like my daddy | |
| I got a little fatty and some big ass titties | |
| Even got [?] in my face and I'm still mad pretty | |
| And these bitches can't catch me | |
| So these bitches mad at me | |
| So I smile in all my pictures | |
| Yeah, I'm mad happy | |
| I heard that you said that when you see me | |
| That you was gon smack me | |
| Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' | |
| This is blowing out of proportion, don't gas it | |
| This bitch out of her mind, and she plastic | |
| This bitch barely can rhyme, and she garbage | |
| I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standin' | |
| And they can't stand it, that's why I can't stand shit | |
| Shesus Khryst mixtape, you hope you got bandage | |
| You prolly [?] get remanded | |
| Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' | |
| You sittin' at home alone and you spazzin' | |
| I'm sittin' on your man, facing, he's gaggin' | |
| I'm talking like he can't breathe coz I'm black | |
| And back and forth, and forth and back | |
| Better pull his head out for a second | |
| Coz he's gaspin' | |
| Then I shove it right back in | |
| Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out what happened | |
| Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' | |
| Got hoes and jokes, now y'all real frenzy | |
| Y'all hoes is broke, don't got no money | |
| And ya man's a bum, so don't even ask him | |
| Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' | |
| [Hook] | |
| I got my drink and my two-step | |
| My drink and my two-step | |
| I got my drink and my two-step | |
| My drink and my two-step | |
| It's on, it's on, it's on | |
| I'm home, get the patron | |
| And tell them that it's on | |
| Yeah, please believe it | |
| R to the easy | |
| Can't leave rap alone, the game easy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| 2017 BET Awards: Best Female Hip-Hop Artist Acceptance SpeechAre you dumb? *laughs* | |
| Are...you...dumb? Are you dumb? | |
| I want to thank God first and foremost; I've been through a lot! To everybody who think there's no such thing as second chances, I'm here to tell you that's a lie! You just gotta keep working hard. | |
| Shoutout to everybody in Bedford Hills Correction Facility, Albion Correction Facility, anybody on parole; it's hard, but you can do it, you can get second chances, you can make mistakes and come back. | |
| My husband, Black Love, I love you Papoose! When I didn't believe in myself, you believed in me. | |
| My business partner, MY BROTHER, Fat Joe Crack! | |
| The whole entire team, Remy Mafia! | |
| I just want to say: | |
| "Y'all bitches got fat while we starved, | |
| Shots in your ass, pads in your bras, | |
| Y'all some liars, it ain't no facts in your songs, | |
| And YEAH, THAT CROWN IS COMING BACK TO THE BRONX!" | |
| Queen La, I see you Kim, I see you Cardi, M.A, I love y'all! | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Pun’s Words(Big Pun) | |
| Yeah | |
| Sometimes you gotta fool 'em | |
| Sometimes you gotta send | |
| A woman to do a man's job | |
| Nawimean? | |
| In this case, my girl hit like | |
| A grown motherfucking man | |
| Them niggas better lay low | |
| Catch you where it hurt | |
| Nawimean? | |
| Blow your balls off nigga | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Hottest Bitch On The Market[Remy Ma] | |
| You already know its not a game when the guns is clappin | |
| See its hard to scream for help when ya lungs collapsing | |
| You was standing there laughing, yapping, acting as if it couldn't happen | |
| And ya ass got popped | |
| You the type to go to jail when ya ass get popped | |
| Little faggot ass snitch start talking to the cops | |
| So sad Niggas is crabs and bitches is pussy | |
| Qnd my trigger fingers itching nigga dare u to push me | |
| You can find me any day hoodie down in the boogie Bronx | |
| Pounds of the brown, right on the Boulevard | |
| Yeah Remy Ma nigga, whats good really thought I wasn't the Type to squeeze the mac milly | |
| I hop off the bike and smack a bitch silly | |
| Cuz I asked for a Dutch and she bought me a Philly oh | |
| I'm so nasty moving at a fast speed with no intentions on stopping so how u gone pass me? | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Conceited (There’s Something About Remy) - Album Version (Edited)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to | |
| Out of the ordinary, unusual | |
| You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" | |
| Can't nobody do it like you do | |
| Miraculous, phenomenal | |
| And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you | |
| Show no love 'cause you wassup | |
| Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck | |
| Damn, I look good | |
| And can't nobody freak it like I could | |
| Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but | |
| My shorty told me that he like it like that | |
| I'm happy | |
| Another me there never can be | |
| See, I'm so outstandin' | |
| Don't care if they can't stand me | |
| I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearing this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look way too good to be driving that | |
| And I look too good to be buying that | |
| You know I look way too good to be trying that | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| Now who's that peaking in my window? | |
| Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse | |
| Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy | |
| And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see | |
| This kid that I'm waitin' on | |
| He said he love when my jeans look painted on | |
| Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me | |
| Probably why I'm always getting hated on | |
| Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra | |
| Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong | |
| Now number one, I don't need you | |
| Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you | |
| Listen two, you can never play me | |
| (Why is that? Why is that?) | |
| 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady | |
| Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it | |
| If you love to hear it, here it go | |
| I wrote a song about it | |
| See, I look too good to be fucking you | |
| And I look too good to be loving you | |
| You know I look way too good to stuck with you | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look too good to be gettin' with | |
| And I look too good to be havin' kids | |
| You know I look way too good to be in the crib | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| I don't know what I'm doing | |
| I can't stop, my body gone moving | |
| I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music | |
| He's watching me and he's about to lose it | |
| I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot | |
| Face down, ass up wit some new shit | |
| I'm outta control wit it | |
| Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it | |
| My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it | |
| Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it | |
| See, I look good and I'm knowin it | |
| But I was never to proud to be showin it | |
| See, I look too good for this necklace | |
| And I look too good to be wearing this | |
| You know I look way too good to be innocent | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| See, I look way too good to be driving that | |
| And I look too good to be buying that | |
| You know I look way too good to be trying that | |
| I'm conceited. I got a reason | |
| ************************************************** | |
| DJ Absolut FreestyleI don't care enough to lie and that's the truth | |
| I could get you shot I don't have to shoot | |
| Whether off the top or in the booth 100 proof | |
| Remy Ma, Absolut, yeah obsolete | |
| None of yall hot to me | |
| I hear yall talking but I know its not to me | |
| To one of them , other bitches it got to be | |
| Cuz if a chick say Rem she gone swallow teeth | |
| They say I'm losing weight, I should probably eat | |
| Well then feed me rappers or feed me beats | |
| The term female rapper dont apply to me | |
| I'm the Queen and this is chess they playing hide-n-seek | |
| Like seriously where do these chicks be? | |
| It's been over 5 years and still no CD | |
| No feature , remix, or mixtape | |
| Not even a guest appearance or | |
| No DVD, I never seen you on the panel | |
| No radio stations, no TV channels, no cable, satellite | |
| No XM, even your Facebook page ain't got no friends | |
| I dont know who hyped you | |
| You don't really wanna fight boo | |
| But your not hot and nobody likes you | |
| Its to the point now they dont even care if you droppin | |
| It's Remy Ma yeah yeah , and I'm so poppin | |
| ************************************************** | |
| See Her[Verse 1] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| What’s My NameShe says she love my nature | |
| She don't love me, she love my gangsta | |
| She don't love me, she love my paper | |
| Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor | |
| It wasn't me (If it was, it was) | |
| She'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| He said he love my body | |
| He don't love me, he love my punanny | |
| I'm in love with the things that he buy me | |
| Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby | |
| It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) | |
| He'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| Now what's my name? (Daddy) | |
| What's my name? (Daddy) | |
| And I still love him even when I'm aggy | |
| He has me wrapped around his finger | |
| And in my cell phone, he got his own ringer | |
| Now, sometimes he get heated | |
| And I know he don't mean it | |
| But as much as he accused me | |
| I should have cheated | |
| And even if I cheated, he wouldn't believe it | |
| Cause right after I read it, messages gets deleted | |
| And I know we even but, I don't never see it | |
| When I step on the scene, the groupies gotta beat it | |
| He caught, it's cool, but we break up | |
| New bag, new shoes, and we make up | |
| He buy me diamonds, that's my darling | |
| Guess I really believe that he sorry | |
| As far as I can see, he called for me | |
| How could I not accept his apology | |
| She says she love my nature | |
| She don't love me, she love my gangsta | |
| She don't love me, she love my paper | |
| Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor | |
| It wasn't me (If it was, it was) | |
| She'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| He said he love my body | |
| He don't love me, he love my punanny | |
| I'm in love with the things that he buy me | |
| Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby | |
| It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) | |
| He'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| Now what's my name? (Baby) | |
| What's my name? (Baby) | |
| And once I get it, I'm gone, I'm Swayze | |
| I do the damn thang and I run | |
| I knew she was a freak, cause she had an earring in her tongue | |
| Cop a whip, I cop rims, I'm not those dudes | |
| How you gonna buy a suit and don't cop no shoes | |
| Put the sugarfoot inside her stomach | |
| Man I have her climbing up the wall like Spider-Woman | |
| She gon' ride through the hood on back of the motorcycle | |
| Sexy, she got more thighs than the Bible | |
| Can't tell a woman you love her, are you stupid? | |
| Words don't express your love, you gotta prove it | |
| A man give you his trust, you can't abuse it | |
| Annalyze your choice before you choosin' | |
| Ask Snoop Dogg, I let it bang | |
| I got the hardest chick in the game screaming my name | |
| She says she love my nature | |
| She don't love me, she love my gangsta | |
| She don't love me, she love my paper | |
| Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor | |
| It wasn't me (If it was, it was) | |
| She'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| He said he love my body | |
| He don't love me, he love my punanny | |
| I'm in love with the things that he buy me | |
| Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby | |
| It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) | |
| He'll still love me, cause love is love | |
| ************************************************** | |
| I’m Around Intro[Intro:] | |
| I’m around, I’m around [x4] | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| I’m the queen I got a crown hoe | |
| I wet bitches I try to drown hoes | |
| This is punisher , I ground hoes | |
| I don’t play that , Homey the clown hoes | |
| She a deuce ,She got chopped up | |
| These pussies loose , She got fucked up | |
| You act bougie You get stuck up | |
| I’m about a dolla , You get bucked up | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| It’s going down, I’m around | |
| Just touch the sound, I’m around | |
| Where my crown, I’m around | |
| I’m around motherfucker, I’m around | |
| Money I’m around | |
| Guns I’m around | |
| Cars I’m around | |
| Drugs I’m around | |
| I’m around | |
| Tell them niggas I’m around | |
| I’m around | |
| Tell them bitches I’m around | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| You a bug ,I’m so flee | |
| I give you some, I’m so me | |
| That went over your head , I OD | |
| I’m Bobby Johnson , I’m a OG | |
| I hit my 40 ounce , It’s OE | |
| I got thick hair , A whole heap | |
| Whole scared , Y’all got cold feet | |
| Your run is over ,You a slow leak | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| I’m a felon , My gun goes off | |
| I burn bitches , I’m a blowtorch | |
| I cancel bitches , I’m a showoff | |
| I’m too hard ,I got blue balls | |
| I told greasy, My mouth too slick | |
| I’m on fire , The girl fuse lit | |
| , I’m a bitch I’m a blue pick | |
| I throw it up ,Bitches you sick | |
| [Chorus] | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Throw Some D’s (Remix)Remy Ma spitting that | |
| Niggas wanna get in that | |
| Wanna know who hittin that | |
| And I ain't really feeling that | |
| Throw Some Ds on that | |
| I gets low with my fitted cap | |
| (Throw Some D's on it) | |
| Lets go little kitty kat | |
| Lips glossed, hair wrapped half blonde half black | |
| Pretty Remy, ass fat | |
| Tell me where the cash at ? | |
| I be eating caviar you be eating snack wraps | |
| I got all the hot songs you be having wack raps | |
| That's ya man? I'm a Mac | |
| When I'm done you'll get him back | |
| Not right now tho he just bought my Cadillac | |
| I ain't talking Mickey D's | |
| But I got a Big Mac and I'm doing drive thrus just got a Cadillac | |
| What you think of that | |
| Every inmate prolly got a pic of Rem on they wall | |
| Tell your chick to stop answering the phone when I call | |
| This for my gangstas, hustlers, wankstas, bustas | |
| Wait a minute mf... | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Bodak felon[Intro] | |
| No! Fuck you, free Cardi! | |
| Period, purrd | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Said lil -, you can't shoot with us, if you wanted to | |
| These expensive, these is red bullets, these is 22's | |
| Hit the gun range, i can shoot 'em both, I don't wanna choose | |
| And I'm quick, cut Onika off, so don't get comfortable (look) | |
| I don't write my raps, that's what Cardi do (Cardi!) | |
| Said i don't write my raps, that's what Bardi do | |
| If I see you and throw a shot, that means i don't fuck with you | |
| Two number 1's in in three months, yeah that's what payola do | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Are you dumb bitch? 'Cause I'm not | |
| Fuck with Remy, you get shot | |
| You can't hang around my way, I keep my bullets in my Glock | |
| I just checked out Cardi's bill, turns out she's rich, she's rich, she's rich | |
| I put my gun above my hip, i bet you dip, she dip, he dip | |
| Look, I might just shoot up young Nick, i might just pull out the stick | |
| Y'all know that I'm filthy rich, and this song gon' be a hit | |
| I don't mind you just a bit, I'm like Cardi B 'cause i quit a lick ('cause i quit a lick, lick) | |
| (Mmm) | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Had to let these felons know, just in case these hoes forgot | |
| I'm the baddest inmate on parole since 1985 (five, 1985) | |
| Ayy, i don't dance now, i make felon moves | |
| Said i don't gotta dance, i make felon moves | |
| If I see you and touch my gun, just know bullets is flying too | |
| I'm an inmate, you a worker, worker, i make felon moves, Remy |