[Intro] Free Remy! (Word)You know what? Free Remy! Fuck you, Free Remy! (Fuck Nicki Minaj) Are you dumb? You a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) You had a leather beehive on your head (Are you dumb?) (Fuck Nicki Minaj) Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, bitch? (Fuck Nicki Minaj)
[Hook:] (I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you (Not) Lipo your ass and belly (Lose) I prove you lost already
[Verse] They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha! I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass Talking cray, and we all know that you dumb ass You get Donkey of the Day, yeah you dumb ass Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches being your sons How you take my '09 jail tweet and run? Talking 'bout bringing knives to a fight with guns When the only shot you ever took was in your buns And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped He couldn't fuck you for three months because your ass dropped Now I don't think y'all understand how bad her ass got The implants that she had put in her ass popped I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box? Did she at least compensate? Start giving you mad top? Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?" He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop You was screaming "Free Remy" when I was upstate doomed But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens Daily News, "Her Career's Over," "She Was Kinda Stupid," But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunist Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit But what happened to Onika? Nah, on some G shit Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with? And we all know it was a beef that you started Pillow-talking out of your ass, this bitch retarded Now you gotta die, you dearly departed Blood bath when I catch you, a real red carpet! Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch going backwards Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi? After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci? Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter And that's why this is my house, Flo Rida! Niggas done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winning You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry You can't get her online with out Safaree! Mentioning guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes They gassing you up, but you been on E, though Pills and Potions, yep, you been on E, hoe Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, bitch I'm supposed to be scared 'cause you bought your Barbie chain back? I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach Show you how to use your name, you be using your name wack I'm saying, how you mix Nicki with a Minaj? I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage I'm getting money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie I responded in less than 48 hours, Nick Nolte Getting close like Nick Jonas, gripping the gauge Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand it I'm Wild'n Out, bout to hit Nick with the Cannon How are you on the VMAs acting like you hood? Way across the stage, talking 'bout "Miley, what's good?" That's Hannah Montana, she was always happy You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough Pillsbury Doughgirl, Remy pick the biscuit up I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me You said you never fucked Wayne, how stupid I look, B? Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bully You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie 'Cause you was sucking his dick and now he tired of your nookie You claimed you never fucked Drake, now that's where you took me You fucked the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie? Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it Any videos, promotions come out of your budget Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it You make like 35 cents off of each ducket I own my masters, bitch, independent So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him You a motherfucking worker, not a boss like Rem You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah and I'm the new Vette I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch Talking shit about me to a deaf bitch And usually I have sympathy for the impaired But not when you hard to hear me from untreated gonorrhea But you point the fingers at me? I’m the bad girl and she the one out here misleading the black girls All these fake asses influenced by that girl Dying from botched surgeries, what a sad world But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob Sucking cock for records, captain of the cum squad And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul How you spending money to support a pedophile? He a walking dead man, sending threats to him I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers VH1, watch this You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch!
[Outro] Don't ever in your fucking life play with me That's on the set! You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record You tried it on your little freestyle They was both duds, just like every other one was duds Just like this last one was a dud But what you not gonna do is keep subbin' me Pun! I send a fucking headshot, you dead, bitch! Will not lose!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
