fuckin him Fuckin Him Fuckin Him Everyday I'm fuckin him Who that rapper chick from da Bronx, Tha Queen Of NY Hair half black and half blonde dats Remy Ma
[Chorus] When Everything's Down My Swagg Up I Gets It In Like Da Back Of My Truck So Go And Get Your Guap Little Gucci Bag Broad So Go And Get Your Guap
bag whore definition of a ghetto bird Dont get it twisted they got bigger sluts in the burgs But I aint really worried bout u likin me cuz ma yous a J
t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Verse 2: Remy Martin] R to the
know what it is. [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Remy Ma] Umm, I dont mean no harm But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit
January to december 12 months of the year 60 seconds in a min it's a problem when I see her 7 days of the week alternate sides of the street I'm a drag
to stay fresh I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (yea) out the zip-lock [Verse 3:] And Remy Ma fresh Petite
Tonight we can no longer fight we can never return to it once we begin to see through the eyes up over heaven would you ever return to me in the end
I feel my wings have broken in your hands I feel the words unspoken inside And they pull you under And I will give you anything you want, oh You are
