作词 : Cartagena, Joseph 作曲 : Cartagena, Joseph Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it You see the girl get's it popping like no other Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game But none of y'all lame dudes going to ************* her I'm on some chill *************t, but if you fronting then I will flip I'll give it to a little chick real quick Oh you a real *************? You ain't a bit real You got little ************* and your face looks like em mitt till First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood And if I, pollyin' the ************* it's got to be good I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could And now I got him good, he believes me and he should Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would I know this ************* name, eat it out, he like to eat it out I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out Oh god its Remy Martin In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets ************* Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh god Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the **********pit Overseas moving key's like a locksmith Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago I picked up a bad ************* in a Marcielago I got cribs better year estates man I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam Still *************z wanna go against crack But that's like?, going against Shaq And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people Mother**********s, you crazy I'll leave you And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament Or maybe at a lounge with an extra ************* Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick She got a problem, I can help her with that Tell her man that she's ******' with crack Bet he won't do nothin' Frontin' like he gon' do somethin' Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting Talk to me, c'mon Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah, feel that right there Nod your head to this *************t right here, that real Hip Hop right there It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar Album coming, summer's ours **********s True story, BX Burough
作词 : Cartagena, Joseph 作曲 : Cartagena, Joseph Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it You see the girl get's it popping like no other Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game But none of y'all lame dudes going to ************* her I'm on some chill *************t, but if you fronting then I will flip I'll give it to a little chick real quick Oh you a real *************? You ain't a bit real You got little ************* and your face looks like em mitt till First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood And if I, pollyin' the ************* it's got to be good I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could And now I got him good, he believes me and he should Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would I know this ************* name, eat it out, he like to eat it out I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out Oh god its Remy Martin In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets ************* Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh god Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the **********pit Overseas moving key's like a locksmith Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago I picked up a bad ************* in a Marcielago I got cribs better year estates man I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam Still *************z wanna go against crack But that's like?, going against Shaq And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people Mother**********s, you crazy I'll leave you And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament Or maybe at a lounge with an extra ************* Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick She got a problem, I can help her with that Tell her man that she's ******' with crack Bet he won't do nothin' Frontin' like he gon' do somethin' Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting Talk to me, c'mon Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah, feel that right there Nod your head to this *************t right here, that real Hip Hop right there It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar Album coming, summer's ours **********s True story, BX Burough
