TS Piece
Fat Joe, Remy, Tony Sunshine
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Yeah uh You know what this is The fat gangsta! [Chorus] Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right) Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right) Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna f*ck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Is gon' leave wit me Gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me Gon' leave wit me I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing But when you rich, ain't nuthin' to do but fuckin' hang Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change Keep mah ladies lookin' good, when they touch the Range. Never f*ck wit a bitch, if she can't be trained Never leave wit a chick, if she don't give brain. We could leave on trip, I got a private plane I don't fly, but we could park it up and blaze. Joe's the God And I know you need somethin' to praise Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved. Uh, it's not mah fualt if they love the kid It might be the chain or the whip I don't know what it is. [Chorus] Um, I don't mean no harm But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma And all the hot boys wanna f*ck wit Rem And I don't turn em away I'm like, I'm the bomb now. Where's your gurl, don't matter to me I'm way out of her league She can't keep up to mah speed. She's weak, she don't need to smoke weed And wherever she's at Is where she should be. Now, where's your wife, I don't care I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there. Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair Take me out on trips and pay the fare. Maybe. [Chorus] Damn, look at all the rocks he got Ferrari drop 360,hard to top The party's hot,all white linen affair I'm doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs. I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here. Shorty whistlin in mah ear Told me what she wanna hear,she said "We thuggin' Smokin' on sumthin' Down to leave wit ya'll, As long as ya'll fuckin'." Woo, thas how you do that there See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here We ridin',she drivin' On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin'. [Chorus] Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right) Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right) Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna f*ck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit me Gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me Gon' leave wit me Gon' leave wit me Gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me Gon' leave wit me
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Written by: REMY KIONI SMITH, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, ANDRE CHRISTOPHER LYON, MARCELLO VALENZANO
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