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Remy Rap
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Remy Ma
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With the def female Let's rap (Remy, Ma) No lie, it's only like five females in the game that can really rap Got followers and fame and a name so they thinking that They can now be listed with the spitters, b*t*h, imagine that They talking 'bout your lace front when I say your sh*t is wiggity-wack They know what's gon' happen to they a** if Remy on the track And no, I ain't tryna be catty, they know they really lack You a**ed out without your a** out, and that's really facts But if I say it, I'm a hater, I hear the chitter chat They know that my pen is crazy but they don't wanna give me that Every time I spit some sh*t, they saying that it's really Pap' Claim I can't make a song but actually that's really cap Had 'em: Conceded, All The Way Up, and Leanin' Back I know they be popping sh*t, she only hot when Remy crack In my presence, they be on my d**k like little jimmy hats Acting like I ain't the reason that these b*t*hes can even rap I'm also the reason y'all know these b*t*hes can't even rap Tried to spread a rumor that I'm ugly, b*t*h, I'm pretty black Then try to lie and paint an image that I'm really fat Ho, whenever I want, I can thirst trap Only thing fat is these pockets and this motherf**kin' kitty-kat Y'all be on some, "She hit me", so I'ma hit her back I be on some, "She hit me", so now she gettin' clapped Birds of a feather flock together, y'all be in a pack And'll do anything for the cheese, yeah, you been a rat I rap when I wanna, I stopped to have my daughter Was flying PJs while y'all was wearing pajamas And I'm signed to myself so they can't j*rk her Done caught more suits and cases than a TSA worker Motherf**ker Daughter of a gun (Ah), I spit it like a bullet (Yeah) That's literary caution, I should win me a Pulitzer (Facts) I don't show cards, I show face without the hoodie up (Fact) Change my perspective, think like L. Boogie does (Uh) I was never late (No) mm, y'all was just early (For real) Never fall short unless the shorts come with jersey (Ball) Life never straight, that b*t*h hella curvy (Uh) I'm my biggest fan, I wear my sh*t out like Kirby (Moss) Pi'erre, Pi'erre, yeah I'm bubblin' baby Never switch pockets, only refill 'em like DaBaby Wah-wah, y'all cry, I'm on a different tier (Yeah) We ain't the same, me and you, we got some different fears (Talk) Jerry Lorenzo, this G.O.D. flow (Talk) Word to the North Star, I rep East Coast (East Coast) Road to success come with a bridge like E-Foh (E-Foh) Today they want a pill, but back then it was kilos Why Preemo hit me? 'Cause he know I'm dope (He know I'm dope) Rap like I got a big d**k and n***as chokin' Never had an urge to be the wave, I'm the f**king ocean (Real sh*t) If you can't see that, then you just a blind turtle (Haha) Huh, shell shocked when I hit block-block N***as know when I rhyme, it sound like a Glock-Glock Ask me where I'm headed, motherf**ker, to the top-top Can't rain on my parade, ain't no raindrop, drop Remy, Rap Remy, Rap With the def female Let's rap Remy, Rap Remy, Rap With the def female Let's rap
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