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remy ma - gangsta bitch lyrics

[hook](x2)
you ain’t never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street, i’m a gangster b-tch
i hold my own, i hold my own
hold my own, i hold my own

[verse 1]
i like my beat down low
top back in my whip
i got my hate up lockers on just to puff in my pip
the truth is we selling me or remy, you that b-tch
and i be high
i roll the windows down like yeah, yeah i know that sh-t
only f-ck with gangster n-ggas cause i’m a gangster b-tch
and remy ma is straight cash, you gotta check your sh-t
you p-ssy
i get you robbed, even though i’m rich
i’m disrespectful, tell your mom yous’ a son of a b-tch
i’m a international hustler, if you want it i got it
i’m talking import, export, my p-ssport is poppin’
but i’m cautious of who’s coppin’
cause i don’t mean that pretty b-tches is fallin’ when i be sayin’ [?] is, drop it
n-gga

[hook](x2)

[verse 2]
i do my dirt all by my [?], why you b-st-rds hatin’
i hold my own like i’m m-st-rbatin’
and no, i don’t have a statement, no
i’m not signing my name on no [?]
no accusations or allegations, no
i can’t help with the applications, no
i don’t have any information
and y’all can label me as uncooperative
rats in the garden and the apple is rottin’
see the avenues is listening, the streets is watchin’
but i live by the code and i’mma die by the code
and can’t n0body say that remy ever told me nothin’

[hook](x2)

[bridge]
where my n-ggas at?
roll on a n-gga cause he told on you n-gga
put your motherf-ckin’ guns in the air
yeah and if you’ll split, you a n-gga cause he snitched on you n-gga
put your motherf-ckin’ guns in the air
yeah and if you stab, you a n-gga, cause he [?] on you n-gga
put your motherf-ckin’ guns in the air
yeah and if you k!ll, you a n-gga, cause he squealed on you n-gga
put your motherf-ckin’ guns in the air
i’m a gangster b-tch

[hook](x2)

- remy ma lyrics

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