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You see the girl get's it popping no other
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the and I'm so gutter
My a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I flip
give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real You ain't a bit real

You got little and your face looks like em mitt till
First I'm a get it hot, I'm a get a deal
My budget stop, mine paying ten mills
And I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a
And if I, pollyin' the dick got to be good
I tell him I could his life just like the lottery could

And now I got him good, he me and he should
Some dudes go down but a lot of them would
I know this name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Remy
In a hot pink Porsche the purple carpets

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Oh god

Hot swinging crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit
Overseas key's like a locksmith
Rocks from wit sick in the of neck
All I do is warn that's the big boy jet
Uh, you rocked with the R in Chicago
I up a bad bitch in a Marcielago
I got better year estates man

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta fam
Still niggaz go against crack
But that's like?, going Shaq
And that's too Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll you
And I ain't got to tell how sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now a testament
Or maybe at a with an extra bitch

Eyecandy of the month, god damn sick
She got a problem, I can help her with
Tell her man that she's fuckin' with
Bet he won't do
Frontin' like he gon' do
Quick to tell you that his whole crew
to me, c'mon

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Yeah, feel that right
Nod your head to this shit right here, that Hip Hop right there
cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's cocksuckers
True story, BX