Remy Ma - Bonnie N Clyde (verses) lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Martin] See I be on some other sh** Like f** your dead mother sh** Disrespect ya whole character Call you by your government I dont 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 adlib With no practice I spits backwards backwards I spits I practice; no atlas And n***as should call you frying pan Your face is like a frying pan And n***as throw they meat in you You burn em like a frying pan I ain't lying man See yall dont really want it I got these b**hes Scared To d**h They Know The Album Coming Yeap See Slate This Is Why I Told You I Can Not Do Mixedtapes I Just Be Talkin f**in Reckless Its Crazy [Verse 2: Remy Martin] And I Ain't Gotta Force It My sh** Come Natural You Dont Want Me On Every Mixtape As If I Was Papoose Exposing All Your Skeletons Straight Getting At you Tellin Everybody Imma f** You Up When I Catch You No What Im Talkin Bout Im What A Thug About Tella n***a Im Frontin So The Squad Can s*ut em' Out My Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out Then Come Back With Some Different sh** Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My sh** Im That b**h And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me Yall b**hes Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately Im Talkin Like f**in Last Year Like Last Decade (Hahahahaha)