Lyrics:
Rappers be talkin' bout this bitch and that bitch
My girl is Latin, she that bitch
Bought out the place I'm that rich
Mans got water like
We been overseas, Palermo by the beach
Which one you want? (Yeah), I think I'm 'bout to tweak
Know it's weighin' on your mind, it's weighin' as we
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a)
[Verse 4: R. Kelly]
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
just real (it's real)
Hit 'em with the remix (remix), goddamn, I just slimed for real (for real)
Say that boy just want some green, you know I filled
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
A library card and please start using it
I've got a bad case of bibliophilia
In Latin, that means love of books, fo' real-ia
And I love the smell of books,
karma brought us
Married to the game, like Usher we was caught up
Now we got some R&B broads we can call up
You niggas come around keep the wall up
Smoke
got your scans
cnd I'm afraid I have bad news
You feel alright, but you will die
Unless we stuff you full of tubes
It will be worse, the choice is yours
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what u say
He's so fly
And he's so coo
Hey shawty (Hey shawty)
What it do
He mad
that right reason
Squeeze like he don't like freedom
Read the T that's how we keep it
Colder fits that's each season
Hoods, hats, tees yeah the streets
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
them call the popo like I'm Tyler Perry
Boys ain't got no paper
If you got a issue take it up ask for the waiter
Bitch when do you want the dick like hoe
know what to tell you, I'm happy, for the first time in my life
And I'm not going to feel bad about it
It takes a long time to realize how truly
ain’t gon’ get paid
(you know what,you know what)
Flyin Remix Lyrics.docx
kicking dust in my brand new J’s
And my PJ go
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
(what’s it
the sprinter check the spread on the kid
I gotta hit it one more time
Peep the sauce from the drip
If you lie with me you ain't taking no pics
I got Bad lil
rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
Its
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
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