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Remy Ma

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Tono:
Bm Bm Free Remy!
Bm D D (Word)
Bm Bm You know what? Free Remy!
Bm D D
Bm Bm Fuck you, Free Remy!
Bm D D
Bm Bm (Fuck Nicki Minaj!)
Bm D D
Bm Bm Are you dumb?
Bm D D
Bm Bm You wore a pink diamond chicken
Bm D D wing chain (Are you dumb?)
Bm Bm You had a leopard beehive on your
Bm D D head (Are you dumb?) (Fuck Nicki Minaj!)
Bm Bm Are you forgettin' that I pressed
Bm D D you before, bitch? (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) [Hook]
Bm Bm (I) Fuck with your soul like
Bm D D shETHER
Bm Bm (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll
Bm D D show you
Bm Bm (Not) Lipo your ass and belly
Bm D D
Bm Bm Bm (Lose) I prove you lost already
D D [Verse]
Bm Bm They told you your whole career
Bm D D I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
Bm Bm I told you I wasn't talkin' about
Bm D D your dumb ass
Bm Bm It looks stupid, you literally got
Bm D D a dumb ass
Bm Bm Talkin' cray, and we all know that
Bm D D you dumb as
Bm Bm You get Donkey of the Day, yeah,
Bm D D you dumb ass
Bm Bm Let's be honest, you stole that
Bm D D line 'bout bitches bein' your sons
Bm Bm how you take my '09 jail tweet and
Bm D D run?
Bm Bm Talkin' about bringin' knives to a
Bm D D fight with guns
Bm Bm When the only shot you ever took
Bm D D was in your buns
Bm Bm And I saw Meek at All-Star, he
Bm D D told me your ass dropped
Bm Bm He couldn't fuck you for three
Bm D D months
Bm Bm Because your ass dropped
Bm D D
Bm Bm Now I don't think y'all understand
Bm D D how bad her ass got
Bm Bm The implants that she had put in
Bm D D her ass popped
Bm Bm I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you
Bm D D couldn't have box?
Bm Bm Did she at least compensate? Start
Bm D D givin' you mad top?
Bm Bm Her name Minaj, right? She ain't
Bm D D throw you some bad thots?"
Bm Bm He said "Nah," that's when I knew
Bm D D you was really a trash bop
Bm Bm You was screamin' "Free Remy!"
Bm D D when I was upstate doomed
Bm Bm But now that they freed Remy, you
Bm D D don't sing the same tune
Bm Bm Locked me up, threw away my keys,
Bm D D threw away my weaves
Bm Bm Snatched me from my son, braids to
Bm D D the back, state greens
Bm Bm Daily News, "Her career's over,"
Bm D D "She was kinda stupid,"
Bm Bm But you saw a opportunity 'cause
Bm D D you a opportunist
Bm Bm Left your Day 1 'cause you heard
Bm D D he was on some cheat shit
Bm Bm Then got with the dude that told
Bm D D you on some creep shit
Bm Bm But what happened to Omeeka? Nah,
Bm D D on some G shit
Bm Bm Left him and took a pic with the
Bm D D dude he had beef with?
Bm Bm And we all know it was a beef that
Bm D D you started
Bm Bm Pillow-talkin' out of your ass,
Bm D D this bitch retarded
Bm Bm Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bm D D departed
Bm Bm Bloodbath when I catch you, a real
Bm D D red carpet
Bm Bm Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick
Bm D D to the facts
Bm Bm Bitch so scared of my future, got
Bm D D this bitch goin' backwards
Bm Bm Been through mad crews, you
Bm D D disloyal hoochie
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Bm Bm Now all of a sudden you back with
Bm D D Drake and Tunechi?
Bm Bm After he said you sucked his dick,
Bm D D you back with Gucci?
Bm Bm Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You
Bm D D a A-list groupie
Bm Bm And to be the Queen of Rap, you
Bm D D gotta actually rap
Bm Bm The whole industry know that your
Bm D D shit is a wrap
Bm Bm No, to be the Queen of Rap, you
Bm D D can't have a ghostwriter
Bm Bm And that's why this is my house;
Bm D D Flo Rida
Bm Bm Niggas done seen Drake pennin',
Bm D D Wayne pennin'
Bm Bm And since your first boyfriend
Bm D D left, bitch ain't winnin'
Bm Bm You a Internet troll, a Web
Bm D D browser, I'm sorry
Bm Bm You can't get a on line without
Bm D D Safaree
Bm Bm Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore,
Bm D D James Bond
Bm Bm Only time you touch a trigga is
Bm D D when you fucked Trey Songz
Bm Bm Coke head, you cheated on your man
Bm D D with Ebro
Bm Bm I might leak the footage of you
Bm D D sniffin' them ski slopes
Bm Bm They gassin' you up, but you been
Bm D D on E, though
Bm Bm "Pills and Potions," yep, you been
Bm D D on E, hoe
Bm Bm Got your ghostwriters back, so you
Bm D D think you lit
Bm Bm Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
Bm D D bitch
Bm Bm I'm supposed to be scared
Bm D D 'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back?
Bm Bm I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll
Bm D D get your Barbie chain yapped
Bm Bm Tried to front in February, catch
Bm D D you in that Maybach
Bm Bm Show you how to use your name, you
Bm D D be usin' your name wack
Bm Bm I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with
Bm D D a Minaj?
Bm Bm I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in
Bm D D the garage
Bm Bm I'm gettin' money like Nicky
Bm D D Barnes, I'm the big homie
Bm Bm I responded in less than 48 Hours;
Bm D D Nick Nolte
Bm Bm Gettin' close like Nick Jonas,
Bm D D grippin' the gauge
Bm Bm Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch,
Bm D D Nicolas Cage
Bm Bm You animated like Nickelodeon, you
Bm D D fake, bitch
Bm Bm Only the kids believe in you; you
Bm D D St. Nick
Bm Bm Now when I shoot Nick at Nite,
Bm D D they won't understand it
Bm Bm I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick
Bm D D with the Cannon
Bm Bm How are you on the VMAs, actin'
Bm D D like you hood?
Bm Bm Way across the stage, talkin'
Bm D D about "Miley, what's good?"
Bm Bm That's Hannah Montana, she was
Bm D D always happy
Bm Bm You only fronted on Mariah 'cause
Bm D D Mariah don't carry
Bm Bm Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause
Bm D D Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Bm Bm Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the
Bm D D biscuit up
Bm Bm I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy
Bm D D when they took me
Bm Bm Best thing that ever happened to
Bm D D you was when they booked me
Bm Bm You said you never fucked
Bm D D Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Bm Bm Get the picture, I'll expose you,
Bm D D I'm kind of a bully
Bm Bm You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky,
Bm D D the mind of a rookie
Bm Bm 'Cause you was suckin' his dick
Bm D D And now he tired of your nookie
Bm Bm You claimed you never fucked Drake
Bm D D Now that's where you took me
Bm Bm You fucked the whole Empire—who
Bm D D you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Bm Bm Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of
Bm D D the Boogie
Bm Bm To let you know real bitches never
Bm D D lie on their pussy
Bm Bm And stop talkin' numbers, you
Bm D D signed a 360 deal
Bm Bm Through Young Money, through Cash
Bm D D Money, through Republic
Bm Bm Which means your money go through
Bm D D five niggas before you touch it
Bm Bm Any videos, promotions come out of
Bm D D your budget
Bm Bm Endorsements, tour and
Bm D D merchandise, they finger-fuck it
Bm Bm You make, like, 35 cents off of
Bm D D each ducat
Bm Bm I own my masters, bitch,
Bm D D independent
Bm Bm So for every sale I do, you gotta
Bm D D do like ten
Bm Bm Stop comparin' yourself to Jay,
Bm D D you not like him
Bm Bm You a motherfuckin' worker, not a
Bm D D boss like Rem
Bm Bm You're done, them pop chicks ain't
Bm D D get the news yet
Bm Bm Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm
Bm D D the new vet
Bm Bm I kill rappers, and you good as
Bm D D dead, bitch
Bm Bm Talkin' shit about me to a deaf
Bm D D bitch
Bm Bm And usually I have sympathy for
Bm D D the impaired
Bm Bm But not when you hard of hearin'
Bm D D from untreated gonorrhea
Bm Bm But you point your fingers at me?
Bm D D I’m the bad girl
Bm Bm When she the one out here
Bm D D misleadin' the black girls?
Bm Bm All these fake asses influenced by
Bm D D that girl
Bm Bm Dyin' from botched surgeries—what
Bm D D a sad world!
Bm Bm But before the butt job, you was a
Bm D D Spongebob
Bm Bm Suckin' cock for records, captain
Bm D D of the cum squad
Bm Bm And I got a few words for the moms
Bm D D of the young Barbz
Bm Bm Guess who supports a child
Bm D D molester? Nicki Minaj
Bm Bm You paid for your brother’s
Bm D D wedding? That’s hella foul
Bm Bm How you spendin' money to support
Bm D D a pedophile?
Bm Bm He a walkin' dead man, sendin'
Bm D D threats to him
Bm Bm I guess that’s why they call you
Bm D D Barbie, you was next to Ken
Bm Bm Talkin’ about your money long and
Bm D D your foreign sick
Bm Bm Why you ain’t help your bro hide
Bm D D his cum from forensics?
Bm Bm You probably somewhere overseas,
Bm D D foreign sick
Bm Bm Thought you could fuck with me, by
Bm D D far Rem sick
Bm Bm Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in
Bm D D your pants
Bm Bm We call that Jelani, get it? Semen
Bm D D in your pants
Bm Bm Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got
Bm D D bitter fingers
Bm Bm Yeah, you must think you Drake and
Bm D D I'm Twitter fingers
Bm Bm VH1, watch this
Bm D D You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch [Otro]
Bm Bm Don't ever in your fuckin' life
Bm D D play with me
Bm Bm That's on the set!
Bm D D
Bm Bm You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd
Bm D D record
Bm Bm You tried it on your little
Bm D D freestyle
Bm Bm They was both duds, just like
Bm D D every other one was duds
Bm Bm Just like this last one was a dud
Bm D D
Bm Bm But what you not gonna do is keep
Bm D D subbin' me
Bm Bm Big… Pun!
Bm D D
Bm Bm I send a fuckin' headshot, you
Bm D D dead, bitch! Will not lose!
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