Cropinky/rap_lyrics_english · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Just shotties and dead bodies layin up in the trunk
Y'all ho's is drunk, you sound like her, you sound like him
But I don't really care, long as no one sound like Rem
Get into hot shit, y'all better stop shit
Now I'm only spittin, in a minute, I'ma haul spit
Make yo' record label take yo shit of the market
Take ya name off the roster, and write Remi Martin
I'ma a monster, to y'all fraud broads, I'ma probelm
I spit so sick, and I flip so quick like wha!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Once I get started, you can't do shit
But get pissed, cop the album, cassette, and compact disc
Put me in a mansion, still a project bitch
Party shit, come threw bombin shit
In a Benz tesseler, wit the darkest tips
So expensive, niggas hesitate to park the shit
Niggas got big funds, so we copped big guns
Y'all scared to death, since I got wit Big Pun
If I ain't the baddest Bicth, in this rappin shit
Tell me who the fuck is so I can slap the bitch
Tell her stop writin rhymes, memorize her lines
Get her own shit, she wastin my time
I'm a double don, none of y'all can't trouble mines
Make a remix, kill the same verse double time
Hot to death, fuck around and stop ya breath
The find ya hat, ya soul, and bloody the rest like wha!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I think my flow, got a few hoes mad at me
They run around tellin cats they wanna battle me
Ready to put up the dough, the truck and the V
I'm like whoa, y'all know who the fuck I be
Y'all know that my nigga's call me hannibal
Cause I be eatin bitches up like a cannibal
Wild out, like a muthafuckin animal
I got a thing for a clip that's expandable
And that's no kiddin, and no bullshittin
Murder you, yo kids, and ya grandchildren
Body the bird, the dog, and the lil kitten
You can stop the beat and all, and Remi still spittin
And you still flippin, how she the hottest bitch
When I get my shit written by the hottest kids
Cause you so pussy, so don't push me
And i'm way to loud, so you can't shush me, like wha!

(Chorus) - 4x
**************************************************
My Drink N 2 Step (Freestyle)(Chorus)
Put ya drink in the air for the Queen of NY
Put ya drink in the air for that chick Remy Ma
Put ya drink in the air if you know she nice
Put ya drink in the air for Shesus Christ
I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step
I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step
It's on , it's on , it's on and I'm home
Get the Patron and tell em that its on!

[Remy Ma: Verse 1]
Yeah
Please believe it R to E-z
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Can't come to the phone cause I'm sleeping
Shorty came over and spent the night on his knees
Going down down baby , down just like a rollercoaster
Keep heat baby right here in my shoulder holster
Yall got little guns yall shit go chimmy chimmy pow
I got big guns my shit like click click pow
They like look at Remy now, I'm like yeah look at me
Straight stunting just like my daddy
I gotta little fatty and some big ass titties
Even got cut in my face and I'm still mad pretty
And these bitches can't catch me so these bitches mad at me
So I smile in all my pictures
Yeah I'm mad happy
I heard you said when you see me that you was gone smack me
Yeah bitch I'm laughing
This is blown out of proportion don't gas it
This bitch out of her mind and she plastic
This bitch barely can rhyme and she bad bitch
I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standing
And they can't stand it, thats why I can't stand chicks
Shesus Khryst mixtape you hoped it got banned
You probably hope I go to court and get remanded
Yeah bitch I'm laughing
You sittin at home alone and you spazzing
I'm sitting on your man face and he gagging
I'm talking like he can't breath cuz I'm blacking
Back and forth, and forth and back and
Let him pull his head out for a second cuz he gasping
Then I shove it right back in
Meanwhile , you still tryna figure out what happen
Yeah bitch I'm laughing
Yall hoes is jokes now yall real funny
See yall hoes is broke don't got no money
And ya mans a bum , see don't even ask him

Just shotties and dead bodies layin up in the trunk

Y'all ho's is drunk, you sound like her, you sound like him

But I don't really care, long as no one sound like Rem

Get into hot shit, y'all better stop shit

Now I'm only spittin, in a minute, I'ma haul spit

Make yo' record label take yo shit of the market

Take ya name off the roster, and write Remi Martin

I'ma a monster, to y'all fraud broads, I'ma probelm

I spit so sick, and I flip so quick like wha!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

Once I get started, you can't do shit

But get pissed, cop the album, cassette, and compact disc

Put me in a mansion, still a project bitch

Party shit, come threw bombin shit

In a Benz tesseler, wit the darkest tips

So expensive, niggas hesitate to park the shit

Niggas got big funds, so we copped big guns

Y'all scared to death, since I got wit Big Pun

If I ain't the baddest Bicth, in this rappin shit

Tell me who the fuck is so I can slap the bitch

Tell her stop writin rhymes, memorize her lines

Get her own shit, she wastin my time

I'm a double don, none of y'all can't trouble mines

Make a remix, kill the same verse double time

Hot to death, fuck around and stop ya breath

The find ya hat, ya soul, and bloody the rest like wha!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

I think my flow, got a few hoes mad at me

They run around tellin cats they wanna battle me

Ready to put up the dough, the truck and the V

I'm like whoa, y'all know who the fuck I be

Y'all know that my nigga's call me hannibal

Cause I be eatin bitches up like a cannibal

Wild out, like a muthafuckin animal

I got a thing for a clip that's expandable

And that's no kiddin, and no bullshittin

Murder you, yo kids, and ya grandchildren

Body the bird, the dog, and the lil kitten

You can stop the beat and all, and Remi still spittin

And you still flippin, how she the hottest bitch

When I get my shit written by the hottest kids

Cause you so pussy, so don't push me

And i'm way to loud, so you can't shush me, like wha!

(Chorus) - 4x

**************************************************

My Drink N 2 Step (Freestyle)(Chorus)

Put ya drink in the air for the Queen of NY

Put ya drink in the air for that chick Remy Ma

Put ya drink in the air if you know she nice

Put ya drink in the air for Shesus Christ

I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step

It's on , it's on , it's on and I'm home

Get the Patron and tell em that its on!

[Remy Ma: Verse 1]

Yeah

Please believe it R to E-z

Can't leave rap alone the game needs me

Can't come to the phone cause I'm sleeping

Shorty came over and spent the night on his knees

Going down down baby , down just like a rollercoaster

Keep heat baby right here in my shoulder holster

Yall got little guns yall shit go chimmy chimmy pow

I got big guns my shit like click click pow

They like look at Remy now, I'm like yeah look at me

Straight stunting just like my daddy

I gotta little fatty and some big ass titties

Even got cut in my face and I'm still mad pretty

And these bitches can't catch me so these bitches mad at me

So I smile in all my pictures

Yeah I'm mad happy

I heard you said when you see me that you was gone smack me

Yeah bitch I'm laughing

This is blown out of proportion don't gas it

This bitch out of her mind and she plastic

This bitch barely can rhyme and she bad bitch

I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standing

And they can't stand it, thats why I can't stand chicks

Shesus Khryst mixtape you hoped it got banned

You probably hope I go to court and get remanded

Yeah bitch I'm laughing

You sittin at home alone and you spazzing

I'm sitting on your man face and he gagging

I'm talking like he can't breath cuz I'm blacking

Back and forth, and forth and back and

Let him pull his head out for a second cuz he gasping

Then I shove it right back in

Meanwhile , you still tryna figure out what happen

Yeah bitch I'm laughing

Yall hoes is jokes now yall real funny

See yall hoes is broke don't got no money

And ya mans a bum , see don't even ask him