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