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remy ma - no bet chill lyrics

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f-ck outta here n-gg-……
no bet….chill!!
see the girls back home like mulberry
now they call me hag&daaz cuz i got ice i got cream in my car cherry
remy ma ready…
and not to contradict my name, see i dont play the bar heavy.
imma pothead so even if my eyes not red, i aint got an enemy thas not dead.
oh you a hothead i’ll leave ya head hot,
you know i got lead when you see that red dot
and plus im dead nice these b-tches dead not
my chain flinstone, bracelet bedrock
and when im not in miami its hot like miami
i got twin glocks call em cotton & candy
i got 2 cousins that get it poppin named tequila & brandy.
i spent like 10 thousand just shopping for panties
know these b-tches cant stand me
catch me hoppin out that cadi
shawty gased up cuz im frontin and im callin him daddy

(chorus)
if he aint a n-gg- then im like…
no bet chill
ih he dont keep it hood im like…
no bet chill
if he aint actin ryte, if he aint packin like 9 inches then im like..
no bet chill
if he aint gettin dough then im like…no bet chill
he dont want me to smoke, he tying stupid sh-t like im a groupie b-tch then im gon flip yea right…
no bet chill

verse 2:
homie i aint impressed cuz you dropped 450 on a new jersey
i just dropped 450 on a crib in new jersey but im from south bronk m-th-f-cka u heard me &
i can tell you a bird cuz you get up to early.
u actin, askin whos really that b-tch. i know a fever when i see it you aint really that sick
i spit full blown, you a mile cold.
im 21 yrs young yall b-tch wild old
can tell you in ya 40s like you pushin 40.
got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody’s shawty
stop… you really need to lay off the c-ck, yall b-tches bacardi breezy anr im remy on da rocks
watch.. an i aint talkin bout a chain or a watch im talkin sum joey crack sh-t im bout to get a match and u know da summer comin i can use another drop.
got the ghetto barbie, but i got a lil pop… pop

(chorus)
if he aint a n-gg- then im like…
no bet chill
ih he dont keep it hood im like…
no bet chill
if he aint actin ryte, if he aint packin like 9 inches then im like..
no bet chill
if he aint gettin dough then im like…no bet chill
he dont want me to smoke, he tying stupid sh-t like im a groupie b-tch then im gon flip yea right…
no bet chill

see i know how to rhyme and im nice on da mic, and i know how to ride cuz in nyce on dem bikes.
and not for nutten im da type to wife see i can cook and clean, but i like to fight
i had dis shawty like to bite i called em iron mike changed it to jack frost cuz he started buying ice.
if im lying, im flying never catch me crying
you’d think i was down with the clipse the way i be grinding
alot of chics is sick, but im the sickest one i got 99 problems and a d-ck aint one. i got 99 guns and i still aint done
until this day i wish that i could bring back pun
yea i know u cant take it kid see it wears the pants in this relationship but you gotta luv me cuz im so real and b-tches try 2 hate im like…
no bet chill

what do you do i luv you?
of course i luv you , i luv all yall!!!

yea… l-rs-n
i got my chills lets be for real



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