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remy ma - truffle butter (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: remy ma]
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
thinking out loud
yall know i got the 4-fizzy on me right now
people keep saying ,”rem you need to drop a record”
i’m like in a minute let me body b-tches records
yea, for the millions i will k!ll these pop hoes
ain’t no one in these streets like me and potholes
bout to put yall all out of business, shop closed
and since i dropped hot b-tch all these chicks den got cold
i’m around w-ssup?, i don’t care right now
five 40-inch bundles in my hair right now
whoa, do you feel me?
i’m a real one fake ones fear me
i might fly out to your hood if they clear me
ain’t met a rapper chick yet that ain’t scared of me
you talk tough but i really did a sentence
in black ink , your fingers never been printed
showing black love post, i invented
you be dragging it ma, i’m authentic

[verse 2: remy ma]
yo, eat em like chow
like nas said in ether “yall love my style”
but n-ggas in the streets and the n-ggas locked down
ever need a shooter, they got me on speed dial
makaveli still here, ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me
violate em like parole
they let me out the pen (why?)
to put them b-tches in the coffin
cuz she a lil ho, black eyes like a raccoon
knockout, leave her snoring
leave ya head full of blood, girl
you should join a rap group
cause as a soloist you boring
i’m a female god, on my wu-tang cash rules
yall hoes is r-t-rded, live wire no shortage
she’ll be smokin’ crack soon
b-tches loving me like sausage, hottest chick on the market
i’m the hardest smartest goddess regardless
walk with revolvers, you pressing charges
born in the projects, with the cops & robbers
in the bronx we bombers, remy mafia mobbin’
you know

- remy ma lyrics

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