Papoose - Bonnie N Clyde 2005 lyrics

[Intro: Remy Ma] Here it comes yeah (That b**h) Here it comes yeah Here it comes yeah (Rem) Here it comes yeah (That n***a) Here it comes yeah (Pap) Here it comes yeah (Okay) Here it comes yeah (You asked for it) [Verse 1: Remy Ma] See I be on some other sh** Like f** your dead mother sh** Disrespect ya whole character Call you by your government I don't know what these b**hes think you ugly and ya p**y stink Ya whole flow is borrowed Stole everything but the kitchen sink See you just mad b**h And you s** mad dick My sh** is fire I does my own atlas With no practice I spit backwards backwards Spits I practice no atlas And n***as should call you frying pan Your face is like a frying pan And n***as throw there meat in you You burn 'em like a frying pan I ain't lying man See yall don't really want it I got these b**hes scared to d**h They know the album comin' [Interlude: Remy Ma] Yeap see slate? This is why I told you I can not do mixtapes I just be talkin' f**in' reckless It's crazy! (Hahaha...) [Verse 2: Remy Ma] And I ain't gotta force it My sh** come natural You don't want me on every mixtape As if I was Papoose Exposin' all your skeleton Straight gettin' atchu Tellin' everybody I'mma f** you up When I catch you Kow what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm what a thug about Tella n***a I'm frontin' so the squad can slaught em out My brand new whipps and gut 'em out Then come back with some different sh** Lookin' like it's it but just pimp my sh** I'm that b**h and ain't no chick seein' me Y'all b**hes need to step ya rap game up immediately I'm talkin' like f**in' last year like last decade (Hahahahaha) [Interlude: Papoose & Remy Ma] Yeah, graduated from mixtapes now (Somethin' about Remy n***a) Got the mixtape award and all that, yo (Album comin') Check me out! [Verse 3: Papoose] I ain't recognize Remy when I seen her in the night club We got the industry addicted, we like d** I done pop Chris Stall Dawn Pareone Not a drunk Alazate The Dawns very calm The wild out the drunk Henny Rum That's why I say East Coast pop a bottle with chall Alotta chicks be burnin' like drinkin' some Vodka Tried to tell me she a virgin like Piña colada Casket creamed it up beam away Shawn Dawnin But none of dat could f** with a bottle of Remy Martin Now I done smoke purple haze Smoke chocolats I smoke hydro All types of la la la smoke straights all blazed up Puff pa**ed do but none of dat can f** with A pound of Papoose n***as wanna clap me up leave me holy I marijuana in the flesh Alotta n***as wanna smoke me I done moved good dope Move straight coke sh** so pure look like it came off the boat I done moved hard crack it's alotta DJ's But none of y'all could f** with a kilo of Kay Slay My work would drop bomb he rap from the cops He drop my whole bomb talkin' every single rock I told him no everything 'bout it Cause my single was hot Flex droppin' more bombs then the worker on the block Rapology supreme philosophies the thing You could call me Mr. Not so Remeadream Remy look good in person Just like she do in the magazines So I'mma stay close to Ms. Martin like Dr. King Never used to like drop tops But he think he flossin' So I'm 'bout to have more dropps then weak fossetts He don't wanna lean back Slay hand me the tourists Hit him in the back of his head And make him lean forward [Echo:] Papoose Papoose Papoose Papoose...