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go in go off - remy ma lyrics

[spoken intro]
i mean what yall want me to do?
yall want me to go off? or do yall want me to go in?

[verse]
blackjack
i got a ace and a 9
and i’m still like hit me
she don’t write her rhymes, he fed her lines like britney
i don’t need a shooter, i’m the shooter
come get me
got a 9mm resting on my right kidney
this for everybody that was claiming that they miss me
my footwear crispy, flyer than a frisbee
keep a papermate and some college-rule with me
but can still come off the head, like a 59-fifty
get that heroin from houston, so i call it whitney
it makes the fiends scream, so i call the fiends sidney
shoot at cha’ crib, and i don’t mean where ya live see
i mean the crib where ya motherf-cking kids sleep
you a square like that ugly -ss benz jeep
i’m more hood than the ku klux klan sheet
i’ma sit on the throne, since hoes can’t stand me
ain’t leaving till they call to outs me 7 grammy’s
can’t n0body tell me, i don’t does this
i need some hammer pants, cuz can’t no b-tch touch this
caught yall red handed, all yall b-tches is busted
my flow sick, nauseous ,disgusting
my mic sounds nice, i just had to dust it
the rap game twisted, i’m here to adjust it
i know yall fl-stered ,yall panties is bunching
yall know remy wrap hoes for breakfast, dinner, lunch
but, if yall play nice with me in the sandbox
i’ll let yall p-ssies breathe
no need for tampons
but if you wanna bleed ma welcome to jamrock
i just did six years, b-tch i’m nice with a can top
all yall hoes coochi none of yall won’t pop
why yall was in gucci, she was in gun shops
get accidentally shot, she keep her gun c-cked
she got so many sons b-tch she need sunblock
sungl-sses, and uv protection
she come so hard, they should call it erection
yeah, that girl dope this a lethal injection
she f-cking with the kids they all getting molested
they say rem is the best
these other b-tches is cool
but, rem ain’t eat em up these other b-tches is food
just speak your price, she’ll easily finish her
shes so nice, she spit like chris and em’
chris “krs-one”, christopher “big pun”
yes, sheezus christ, she’ll just christen em
b-tches so thirsty, need for me to quenching em
they all washed up, so really she just rinsing em
out in beverly hills, she be fresh prince’n em
hoes don’t exist to her, she don’t even mention em
b-tches can’t play with her, they coach is straight benching em
tell them hoes hang it up, the girl is straight lynching em
they say i’m project pretty, ghetto, high, siddity
and every hood chick wannabe like remy
they say i walk and i talk like new york city
ok, motherf-cker so what’s really?
these b-tches ain’t doing nothing, i gets busy
cheap deck a ho can get smacked silly
but on the contrary , i packs the mack milli
and believe when my gun pop, it’s gone be a head shot
they locked me up, yeah they gave rem a pen
but they f-cked up when they gave rem a pen
no studio, so i was holding them
but as soon as i got out
i started going f-cking in b-tch!

[spoken outro]
yo, hand me my motherf-cking pelle jacket
i’m off this

- remy ma lyrics

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