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letra de yall dont really want it - remy ma

(chorus)
really it’s really nothing
b-tches be really frontin
n-ggas don’t give me nothing
take everything that i want and
soon as i get confronted
i’m telling n-ggas 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 n-gga
you know my style black tims black hoodie n-gga
yeah it’s clear , its my year
remy ma run sh-t round here round here
i kicks that southern slang it’s from from right thurr
oh you got b-tches 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 f-ck you think you talking to b-tch?
know who you f-cking with
the bronx bomber ,ms.martin government name is reminisce
and you don’t really wanna p-ss me off
look you dont wanna push me
they say you are what you eat so you know that means you p-ssy
(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 n-ggas is nervous
but i’m swervin on all yall mothaf-ckas

(chorus 2x)

[remy ma: verse 2]
(d-mn)
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
b-tch threw two at me i throw four back
b-tch 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 d-mn jeez down there hoes up
when i say hoes i mean b-tches
and by b-tches i mean ladies
see no b-tch 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 n-ggas 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 f-ck
it’s not like i gotta pay
hate these dike -ss security with grown men hands
you half n-gga, 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 f-cking 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 f-ck about a , but i’m smoking my bud
somebody better tell the kid remy dont really care
set it on anyone, anywhere
b-tch i ain’t never scared

- remy ma

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