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crookz - remymuahgun lyrics

[chorus: meekiesha millz]
rem likes me blowin’ racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i keep on throwin’ stacks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
she keep on shootin’ fast, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
getaway in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse: remy muah]
felon ‘on the run’, cops get her
even jay n bey know remy shoots it betterrr
nypd don’t like me they wanna indict me
always by my cell, never left alone, v.i.p
shooters to my left and my right
never miss a shot and i put that on my life
just put it in ha face, this a.k
she needed a taste
rem put ha in ha grave
since that hoe, wanted to get brave
yeah shoot it bully mobster
he a slave to this jailbird, call me robber
real broke, i think that i need a sponsor
i get nervous when it’s nicki’s verse on ‘monster’
somebody escort ms. peaches into a clinic
that hoe’s cooch stank, it’s been fishy since the beginning
don’t write my own rhymes, pap penning all of my lyrics
i study nicki’s style but still can’t sell any tickets
talkin’ ’bout convicts when it’s convicts in your camp (camp)
never loot alone, you always searchin’ for a rack (rack)
me, i’m still shootin’, pistols light up all the tramps (tramps)
they gon’ have to send they best cops for remy’s clan
glocks i got em, bullets they’re poppin’
i keep flopping, no chart, toppin’
check bill*board, i’m not chartin’
itunes or rolling stone, ain’t got, options
it’s a bunch of mini rems i’m the one they mockin’
showed ’em how to shoot a glock now they all poppin’
when i’m locked up, llc b*tches start topping (topping)
when i come out, llc b*tches, b*tches start flocking (flocking)
[chorus: meekiesha millz]
rem likes me blowin’ racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i keep on throwin’ stacks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
she keep on shootin’ fast, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
getaway in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[refrain: meek milliesha & remy muah]
cops, mhm, glock, mhm, c*cked, mhm, shoot it, mhm
if he like, i shoot ha fast, real fast, fast, fast
i be speedin’, trynna escape, then i crash, crash, crash
no*body knows my songs, they said “what’s that that that”
still the number one felon in my pack pack pack

[outro: remy muah]
that ankle monitor ain’t keep* remy at home

- remymuahgun lyrics

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