Lyrics

[Intro] Turn it up louder Most anticipated Something Bout Remy nigga Look [Verse 1] I ain't thinking bout bitches I'm on the road on promo tour You in the hood fucking for free Straight promo whore Dildo in ya butt that should be your logo slore I send you prostitute bitches on a porno tour I had few exclusive spots but they ain't low no more I heard you stopped by now I don't go no more I send 40Cal shots through your Volvo door Yo I rock more Chanel than that Coco girl You coppin knock offs acting like its really a Gucci I hops out the Porsche in Emilio Pucci And walk up in the corner store and get me a loosie And I don't even smoke just to shit on you groupies And get a brown paper bag so I can sit on the stoop see It don't more hood than your girl Rem truthfully Like Keyshia and New Jack City the movie Rock a bye baby you niggas is Pookie And I got that crack I don't know nothing about slow money Grey base, pure white Call me a snow bunny You never fired a gun I keeps it so gully My gun fire like Mike Saunders for Payola Money I'm conceited, Rem could never be ugly (Nope) I take a Chinese chick ass before a face like Buffie's (Eww) The rumors is crazy, I must really be that bitch How could I have time to pipe Pap and y'all all on his dick? (Get off) Picture me robbed by a washed up video chick And how I'm arguing with Fox and she can't hear shit? (Ha) Matter fact don't even ask me nothing 'bout nobody with a clit, a pussy, a ass, or some tits (Please) I ain't gay, I can only tell you 'bout dick (True) And that's word to the saliva in my mouth I spit that shit like none other Fuck ya baby mother We piped in the crib, I wipe my pussy with the baby covers (So) Yeah I'm crazy, I know bitches hate me (Uh-huh) But really I don't love him and y'all can't make me Nope! [Outro] Somethin Bout Remy Most Anticipated, my name is Re-my-Ma