Remy Ma - Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss) lyrics
Feat : Nicki Minaj
You know what, Free Remy!
f** you, Free Remy!
(f** Nicki Minaj!) Are you dumb?
You a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leather beehive on your head! (Are you dumb?)
(f** Nicki Minaj!) Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, b**h?
(f** Nicki Minaj!)
(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!
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**
Talking cray, and we all know that you dumb a**
You get the Donkey of the Day, yeah you, dumb a**!
Let's be honest; you stole that line 'bout b**hes being your sons
How you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talking 'bout "bringing 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 giving 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 screaming "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-talking out of your a**, this b**h retarded
Now you gotta die, You dearly departed
Blood bath when I catch you, a real red carpet!
Now what I'mma do, I'mma just stick to the facts
b**h so scared of my future, got this b**h going 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 penning, Wayne penning
And since your first boyfriend left, b**h ain't winning
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online with out Safaree!
Mentioning 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 E-Bro
I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes!
They ga**ing 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're 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 using your name wack!
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I'm saying, how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?
I'mma park this b**h, put Nicki in the garage
I'm getting money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 hours, Nick Nolte!
Getting close like Nick Jonas, gripping 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 acting like you hood?
Way across the stage, talking 'bout "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**ing 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 trying 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 talking 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 ducket
I own my masters, b**h, independent!
So for every sale I do, you gotta do, like, ten
Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a motherf**ing 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 Vette!
I k** rappers, and you good as dead, b**h
Talking sh** about me to a deaf b**h
And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard to hear me from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me?
Iâ€™m the bad girl and she the one out here misleading the black girls
All these fake a**es influenced by that girl
Dying from body surgeries, what a sad world
But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob
s**ing cock 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 brotherâ€™s wedding? Thatâ€™s hella foul
How you spend money to support a pedophile?
He a walking dead man, sending threats to him
I guess thatâ€™s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkinâ€™ â€˜bout your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ainâ€™t help your bro hide his come from [?]
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!
Don't ever in your f**ing 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!
I send a f**ing headshot, you DEAD, b**h!