Remy Ma, Fat Joe - Tight lyrics

This is, this is, this is this, this is
R to the Eazy listen, listen, listen, listen
M to the wizzeye, you so flizzye
Ain't nobody fucking with my bitch
You heard me?

You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite
She hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

You want the flow that's sick
(Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch
(Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me
Me, me me, me, me, me



When you hear that "this is, this is"
You know it's a hit
You know it's that bitch, yeah, nigga
Reminiscing
Hate to tell you but this is, this is
As good as it gizzit, that's no bullshizzit
I stay on my grind and
Give bitches the business
Please pay attention, li-li-listen, listen
This is
This a Cool and Dre epidemic and ain't
Nobody fucking with any of my niggas
You see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice
And even though he blow he
Gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice
And you know that I'm nice, Pun is insane
Nevy steady on the grinden
Callus that beats novacain
It's not the same shit's gon' change quickly
Blame your ghost writer 'cause he
Can't fuck with me, yeah remy MAR T-IN
If you just spit up in the park
Bitch, I want in

You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite
She hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

You want the flow that's sick
(Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch
(Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me
Me, me me, me, me, me

See, when it comes to magazine
I'm queen like Nefertiti
You can catch me on the vibe
Feel a vibe when you see me (Feel that)
Or on the King looking sleezy
I got the source all over me like big zeeti
A lot of weed smoke so
The pitcure look steamy
I'm a diva so the dons and
Divas say they need me
Got the cover of the Ave and
I made it look eazy why are you on the back
Of the page looking cheezy?
Double XL, I turn niggas on like a TV
Rockin' all different colors from
Lemon to kiwi i came in the game with Pun
And they ain't believe me
So I made them wonder like Stevie
I came in with a platinum rapper
Like hersheys kiss no freebies
You came with a gold
Rapper like reeses pieces
Remy Ma, rated R, y'all rated PG
Thirteen worth cream, damn, I talk greezy

You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite
She hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

You want the flow that's sick
(Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch
(Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me
Me, me me, me, me, me

You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite
She hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

You want the flow that's sick
(Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch
(Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me
Me, me me, me, me, me

You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite
She hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

You want the flow that's sick
(Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch
(Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me
Me, me me, me, me, me