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letra de remind 'em - busta rhymes

[intro: quavo]
woo (fantom)
woo
grrah
go

[verse 1: quavo]
got it from scratch, out the mud (scratch)
lay out my chains on my neck, they awards (woo)
i sharpen iron, then we pull up with swords (go)
grippin’ that fire when you walk out of court (grrah)
trappin’ and gamblin’, in streets, that’s a sport (street)
n-ggas gon’ slide and you won’t even know it (nah)
you won’t even know it, real n-ggas done made it to forbes
i give this sh-t all to the lord, amen (we gone)
make the wrong move, we’ll bust you (grrah)
cash and a bad b-tch bustin’ (bus’)
two choppers, huncho and busta (grrah)
hold your wrist up, you came from the struggle (hey)
been movin’ this sh-t with the muscle (move)
i’ma hang with my dawg, no crutches (grr)
switchin’ lane, watchin’ law, can’t trust ’em (skrrt)
we gon’ run with the money obstruction

[chorus: quavo]
run it up (gone)
count it up (count it)
we need a brink’s truck, we goin’ bulletproof
we goin’ tactical like we got sh-t to lose
i told her, “suck it, quit talkin’, no interviews”
[verse 2: quavo]
look in the rearview and i’m seein’ red and blue (woo, woo)
tunnel vision, i see water like malibu
brand new the coupe and the top is mechanical
mama, she told me, “don’t let a b-tch handle you”
pull off in challengers just to come challenge you (challenge)
iced out the chain, huncho crash bandicoot (ice)
whole hundred bags in the trap and it’s ran through (hundred)
n-ggas been hatin’, that’s cap, you a fan too (cap)
i’m tellin’ you

[refrain: busta rhymes & quavo]
real day ones, ain’t n0body brand new (no)
two choppers, call huncho and busta
yeah, we be the shooters, we pop out and let loose (grrah)
i think n-ggas forgot, but i love remindin’ you (i love remindin’ you)
couple motherf-ckers that i’m tired of talkin’ to (tired of talkin’ to)
while they barin’ witness and they got to come see (got to come see)
let ’em roll out the carpet, they know what we ’bout to do
what have my n-ggas been doin’?
look how we winnin’ right through ’em
send him somewhere that he can’t be found (get him)
bullets from the chopper chew him (brr)

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
n-gga lit, now try to calm him down
smokin’ that sh-t, watch me cop a pound
everything about me glowin’ now (glowin’)
everything about me frozen
the way i be floodin’ the street, got ’em closin’ down (uh)
f-ckin’ sh-t up like the sewage was stopped up
n-ggas know what’s up as soon as we pop up
pockets at a deficit, get your guap up (better get it, n-gga)
giggle while i sip a little honey jack
me and quavo laughin’ while you spit your little funny rap (jokes, jokes, jokes)
and you will never get your money back (we’re back in this b-tch, goin’ crazy)
everything about me super
n-ggas’ll watch how i ride the wave, then they copy my sh-t in the future
bust yo’ head and gave you tumors
you n-ggas salute the way that i maneuver
run in my gate, i’m poppin’ at intruders (huh)
you come for my place you gotta face my shooters (my shooters)
let’s get ’em
cut a n-gga down a size like i was a chainsaw
lot of n-ggas lookin’ like they shoppin’ at the same store
when i pull up, only here to give you what you came for
now everybody on the main floor
n-ggas knowin’ everything about me, we’ll remain raw (ha)
wildin’ and they rushin’ through the main door
had to spot a gun, i got exactly what they paid for
[chorus: quavo]
run it up (gone)
count it up (go)
we need a brink’s truck, we goin’ bulletproof
we goin’ tactical like we got sh-t to lose
i told her, “suck it, quit talkin’, no interviews”
run it up (gone)
count it up (go, i’m tellin’ you)

[refrain: busta rhymes & quavo]
real day ones, ain’t n0body brand new (no)
two choppers, call huncho and busta
yeah, we be the shooters, we pop out and let loose (grrah)
i think n-ggas forgot, but i love remindin’ you (i love remindin’ you)
couple motherf-ckers that i’m tired of talkin’ to (tired of talkin’ to)
while they barin’ witness and they got to come see (got to come see)
let ’em roll out the carpet, they know what we ’bout to do
what have my n-ggas been doin’? (what you doin’)
look how we winnin’ right through ’em (what we doin’?)
send him somewhere that he can’t be found (get him)
i don’t think you really knew him

- busta rhymes

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