Fat Joe, Tony Sunshine, Remy Ma - TS Piece lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Remy Ma [Reminisce Kioni Mackie] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Tony Sunshine, Remy Ma - TS Piece lyrics]
Yeah uhh you know what this is
The fat gangsta!
Maybe it's the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mammies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit’ you (Keep saying that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon’ leave wit’ me gon’ creep wit’ me
Gon’ freak wit’ me gon’ be wit’ me
I know it seems every song
Is about like the same old thing
But when you rich
Ain't nuthin’ to do but fuckin’ hang
Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
Keep mah ladies looking’ good
When they touch the Range
Never fuck wit a bitch
If she can't be trained
Never live wit a chick
If she don't give brain
We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
I don't fly
But we could park it up and blaze
Joe's the God
And I know you need somethin’ to praise
Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved
Uhh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid
It might be the chain or the whip
I don’t know what it is
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Umm, I don't mean no harm
But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma
And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem
And I don't turn ‘em away
I'm like, I'm the bomb now
Where’s your gurl, don’t matter to me
I'm way out of her league
She can't keep up to mah speed
She’s weak, she don’t need to smoke weed
And wherever she’s at is where she should be
Now, where’s your wife, I don’t care
I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there
Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
Take me out on trips and pay the fare maybe
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Damn, look at all the rocks he got
Ferrari drop 360, hard to top
The party's hot, all white linen affair
Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs
I'm in the middle of the crowd
Like the Don is here
Shorty whistlin in mah ear
Told me what she wanna hear, she said
"We thuggin smokin on sumthin’
Down to leave wit ya'll
As long as ya'll fuckin’
Woo, thas how you do that there
See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
We ridin’, she drivin’
On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin’
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' freak wit’ me
Gon' creep wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me
The fat gangsta!
Maybe it's the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mammies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit’ you (Keep saying that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon’ leave wit’ me gon’ creep wit’ me
Gon’ freak wit’ me gon’ be wit’ me
I know it seems every song
Is about like the same old thing
But when you rich
Ain't nuthin’ to do but fuckin’ hang
Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
Keep mah ladies looking’ good
When they touch the Range
Never fuck wit a bitch
If she can't be trained
Never live wit a chick
If she don't give brain
We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
I don't fly
But we could park it up and blaze
Joe's the God
And I know you need somethin’ to praise
Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved
Uhh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid
It might be the chain or the whip
I don’t know what it is
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Umm, I don't mean no harm
But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma
And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem
And I don't turn ‘em away
I'm like, I'm the bomb now
Where’s your gurl, don’t matter to me
I'm way out of her league
She can't keep up to mah speed
She’s weak, she don’t need to smoke weed
And wherever she’s at is where she should be
Now, where’s your wife, I don’t care
I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there
Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
Take me out on trips and pay the fare maybe
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Damn, look at all the rocks he got
Ferrari drop 360, hard to top
The party's hot, all white linen affair
Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs
I'm in the middle of the crowd
Like the Don is here
Shorty whistlin in mah ear
Told me what she wanna hear, she said
"We thuggin smokin on sumthin’
Down to leave wit ya'll
As long as ya'll fuckin’
Woo, thas how you do that there
See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
We ridin’, she drivin’
On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin’
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' creep wit’ me
Gon' freak wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Gon' leave wit’ me gon' freak wit’ me
Gon' creep wit’ me gon' be wit’ me
Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)
Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon' leave wit’ me