Ron Browz - ShETHER lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Remy Ma] Free Remy! (Word) You know what? Free Remy! f** you, Free Remy! (f** Nicki Minaj!) Are you dumb? You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?) (f** Nicki Minaj!) Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, b**h? (f** Nicki Minaj!) [Hook] (I) f** with your soul like shETHER (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you (Not) Lipo your a** and belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Verse] They told you your whole career I'd come home and k** you, right? Ha-ha! I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb a** It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb a** Talkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb as You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb a** Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout b**hes bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run? Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns When the only shot you ever took was in your buns And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your a** dropped He couldn't f** you for three months Because your a** dropped Now I don't think y'all understand how bad her a** got The implants that she had put in her a** popped I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box? Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top? Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?" He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid," But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunist Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat sh** Then got with the dude that told you on some creep sh** But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G sh** Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with? And we all know it was a beef that you started Pillow-talkin' out of your a**, this b**h retarded Now you gotta die, you dearly departed Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red carpet Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts b**h so scared of my future, got this b**h goin' backwards Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi? After he said you s**ed his dick, you back with Gucci? Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap The whole industry know that your sh** is a wrap No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter And that's why this is my house; Flo Rida n***as done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin' And since your first boyfriend left, b**h ain't winnin' You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry You can't get a on line without Safaree Mentionin' guns, you p**y Galore, James Bond Only time you touch a trigga is when you f**ed Trey Songz Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes They ga**in' you up, but you been on E, though "Pills and Potions," yep, you been on E, hoe Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, b**h I'm supposed to be scared 'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back? I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj? I'ma park this b**h, put Nicki in the garage I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge Then blaze off, Face Off, b**h, Nicolas Cage You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, b**h Only the kids believe in you; you St. Nick Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand it I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood? Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?" That's Hannah Montana, she was always happy You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up I'm jealous? b**h, you was happy when they took me Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me You said you never f**ed Wayne—how stupid I look, B? Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bully You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie 'Cause you was s**in' his dick And now he tired of your nookie You claimed you never f**ed Drake Now that's where you took me You f**ed the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie? Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie To let you know real b**hes never lie on their p**y And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic Which means your money go through five n***as before you touch it Any videos, promotions come out of your budget Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-f** it You make, like, 35 cents off of each ducat I own my masters, b**h, independent So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him You a motherf**in' worker, not a boss like Rem You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet b**h, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet I k** rappers, and you good as dead, b**h Talkin' sh** about me to a deaf b**h And usually I have sympathy for the impaired But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl When she the one out here misleadin' the black girls? All these fake a**es influenced by that girl Dyin' from botched surgeries—what a sad world! But before the bu*t job, you was a Spongebob s**in' co*k for records, captain of the cum squad And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul How you spendin' money to support a pedophile? He a walkin' dead man, sendin' threats to him I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken Talkin' about your money long and your foreign sick Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from forensics? You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick Thought you could f** with me, by far Rem sick Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers VH1, watch this You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop b**h [Outro] Don't ever in your f**in' life play with me That's on the set! You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record You tried it on your little freestyle They was both duds, just like every other one was duds Just like this last one was a dud But what you not gonna do is keep subbin' me Big…Pun! I send a f**in' headshot, you dead, b**h! Will not lose!