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remy ma - victory 3000 lyrics

[verse 1:remy ma]
yo this b-tch can spit for hours
i’ma flip the script so these b-tches can see who got the power
plus i got the powder, n-ggas used to doubt her
now they check the curb to see what i jumped out of
yeah right now matter what my gear tight
think my piece look sick you should see in the light
sitting on my t-tties like, what the f-ck n-gga jump
gotta glock in the stash box , pump in the trunk
and i’ll dump every single last f-cking one these slugs
to the acid any motherf-cking one of you bugs
word to everything i love, i ain’t tryna to be a thug
but i really will slap the sh-t out of one of you sl-ts
you a dolja , living in the next mans world
and i’m a soldier i’m like n-gga get your girl
if the b-tch disrespect me she getting slapped up
and your sideline n-ggas better back the f-ck up
listen up i spit this for christopher
rios and wallace, and b-tches can’t stop this
crazy can’t no n-gga try to play me
and instant, make it burn slower than an incense
like f-ck your demad wh0r-, f-ck what you stand for
if you wasn’t scared what the f-ck yo -ss ran for
you p-ssy and i knew it, these hoes is so stupid
you so old news and i’m so exclusive
you told me you respect me now tell em i’m the nicest
gotta charge a fee my but sixteen’s are priceless
you think you better lets battle for your ice b-tch
battle for your life b-tch
and no offense but i can’t stand a dyk- b-tch
see i really like d-ck
and i f-cked your man and he told me that he liked it
how you like that b-tch? remy is that b-tch
he bust twice bust twice
why you cl!ck clackin’
keep chit-chattin , thinking it can’t happen
body gone sweep up on the sh0r- of manhattan
not a problem to rob em’ checks i cash it
b-tches so funny that’s why i stay laughing
keep letting em gas it, thinking you got it mastered
i’m not trying to take the spot i’m trying to p-ss it
b-tches walking round looking like straight plastic
remy mad thick, nice -ss big -ss t-ts
oh sh-t , so sick
b-tches don’t know sh-t, supercalifragilistex-piala”ho”b-tch
run that, f-ck that
catch you wanna come back money tight tight now
leave you life right now
b-tches better pipe down, for they get knifed down
if you wanna act up, you can get stabbed up , clapped up
handcuffed, duct taped , wrapped up
thrown in the back of a motherf-ckin mack truck

- remy ma lyrics

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