DJ Premier, Remy Ma, Rapsody - Remy Rap lyrics

With the def female let's rap (Remy, Ma)

No lie, it's only like five females in the
Game that can really rap
Got followers and fame and a
Name so they thinking that
They can now be listed
With the spitters, bitch, imagine that
They talking 'bout your lace front when
I say your shit is wiggity-wack
They know what's gon' happen to they
Ass if Remy on the track
And no, I ain't tryna be catty
They know they really lack
You assed out without your ass out
And that's really facts
But if I say it, I'm a hater
I hear the chitter chat
They know that my pen is crazy but
They don't wanna give me that
Every time I spit some shit
They saying that it's really Pap'
Claim I can't make a song
But actually that's really cap
Had 'em: Conceded, All The Way Up
And Leanin' Back
I know they be popping shit
She only hot when Remy crack in my presence
They be on my dick like little jimmy hats
Acting like I ain't the reason that
These bitches can even rap
I'm also the reason y'all know
These bitches can't even rap
Tried to spread a rumor that I'm ugly, bitch
I'm pretty black
Then try to lie and paint an
Image that I'm really fat
Ho, whenever I want, I can thirst trap
Only thing fat is these pockets
And this motherfuckin' kitty-kat
Y'all be on some, "She hit me"
So I'ma hit her back
I be on some, "She hit me"
So now she gettin' clapped
Birds of a feather flock together
Y'all be in a pack
And'll do anything for the cheese, yeah
You been a rat i rap when I wanna
I stopped to have my daughter
Was flying PJs while y'all
Was wearing pajamas
And I'm signed to myself so
They can't jerk her
Done caught more suit's and cases
Than a TSA worker motherfucker

Daughter of a gun
(Ah) , I spit it like a bullet (yeah)
That's literary caution
I should win me a Pulitzer (Facts)
I don't show cards
I show face without the hoodie up (Fact)
Change my perspective
Think like L boogie does (Uh)
I was never late
(No) mm, y'all was just early (For real)
Never fall short unless the
Shorts come with jersey (Ball)
Life never straight, that bitch hella curvy
(Uh) i'm my biggest fan
I wear my shit out like Kirby (Moss)
Pi'erre, Pi'erre, yeah I'm bubblin' baby
Never switch pockets
Only refill 'em like DaBaby
Wah-wah, y'all cry, I'm on a different tier
(yeah) we ain't the same, me and you
We got some different fears (Talk)
Jerry Lorenzo, this GOD flow (Talk)
Word to the North Star, I rep East Coast
(East Coast)
Road to success come with a bridge like E-Foh
(E-Foh) today they want a pill
But back then it was kilos
Why Preemo hit me? 'Cause he know I'm dope
(He know I'm dope)
Rap like I got a big dick and niggas chokin'
Never had an urge to be the wave
I'm the fucking ocean (Real shit)
If you can't see that
Then you just a blind turtle (Haha)
Huh, shell shocked when I hit block-block
Niggas know when I rhyme
It sound like a Glock-Glock
Ask me where I'm headed, motherfucker
To the top-top
Can't rain on my parade, ain't no raindrop
Drop

Remy, Rap remy, Rap
With the def female let's rap
Remy, Rap remy, Rap
With the def female let's rap