Remy Ma - Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics

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Remy Ma - Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics

[Big Pun] Yo yo yo What the f**, Terror Squad All we do is battle what; what, what what Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer King of the throne, bringin it home five nights Up in The Source - five mics Whippin a Porsche - high price Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911 That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis} You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart [Remy Martin] Yo.. yo, yo, yo All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this b**h Remy-nisce? Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent? Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit? Is she, really the sh**, is her flow really sick? Get off my dick, keep your sorry a** compliments I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense b**h don't try to play me, because you not a player Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster It's easy to co*k back and smack the sh** out a hoe Had to leave n***as bleedin just so we could get our dough It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason On the Bruckner, like f** you, gettin weeded and speedin I'm untouchable n***a I ain't never have love for you n***as Cause y'all p**y that's why I ain't never f** with you n***as Motherf**ers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall Don't slip into some sh** you and your click can't really handle I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet Before I stab the ba*tard baby in the ba**onet I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open Leave son chokin, gun still smokin Know how many n***as like, "I bet you Pun wrote it" Y'all can all take a dirty dil*o and deep throat it!