[Remy Martin]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Check it
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[Verse One: Remy Martin]
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You see the girl get it popping like no other
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Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
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My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
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but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her
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I'm on some chill shit
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But if you fronting then I will flip
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I'll give it to a little chick real quick
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Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real
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You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
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First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
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My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills
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And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
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smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
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And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good
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I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
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And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
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Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
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I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
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I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)
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Oh God its Remy Martin
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In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
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Nigga!
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[Hook: Remy Martin]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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[Remy]
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Oh God!
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[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
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Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
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Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)
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Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)
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All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)
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Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)
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I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)
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I got cribs better year estates man (man)
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I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)
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Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)
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But that's like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)
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And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)
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Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)
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And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
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But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
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Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
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Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!
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She got a problem, I can help her with that
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Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack
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Bet he won't do nothin (nope)
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Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)
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Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)
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Talk to me, c'mon
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[Hook: Remy Martin]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah!
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, feel that right there
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Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
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It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar
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Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers
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True Story, BX Burough, Uh!
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
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| Terror Squad |
