Ms Martin Feat Remi Martin Lyrics - Big Punisher

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Intro: big pun
Yeah sometimes you gotta fool em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job nawmean?
In this case my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin nawmean?
Blow your balls off nigga

Hook: big pun
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack better believe that
She always got my back nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack where the weed at
She don't know how to act cuz that's my girl black
With that monster rap better believe that
You know the bronx is back she represent that
Cuz terror squad got her back some say heed that
My niggas love to scrap

Verse 1: remi martin
I inhale the deepest xxxx back and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
The type to cop a range along with all the features
Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches
A pregnant xxxxx talk xxxx i'ma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this xxxxx and his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin bombarding and bogarding
Remi don't write her own rhymes nigga i beg your pardon
It's ms. martin i done broke night in the studio writin
While fraud broads don't get no publishin still be bitin
They kill me lyin like they the ones doin the scribin
When you can hear the ghostwriter all up in they rhymin
I flows like water got this drizzle with little c
Catch me with pun eatin skittles in the middle of little italy
Y'all don't know diddly i spit hot and drop shit
Every time i kick a rhyme pun i burn my lip
Take another pull bust another shot y'all can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit and a new b from broccoli's
Doin it if i'm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
New improved xxxx the year start with a 2 shit
Next millenium sell a million clue shit
Exclusive to tell the truth y'all useless
Cuz i'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list

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Verse 2:
Remi martin dash reminisce slash
Remi cash like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash
Stripper with no xxx car with no gas
Tryin to go fast i love to hear the guns go blast
(blau blau blau blau) i love the sounds of the shells fallin down
Love to smoke weed stay blowin trees xxxx liquor
When xxxx get thick i love to hear my xxxxxxx raise his clique up
You sick but i'm sicker plus our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us do it nigga pull the trigga
How you figure you could really come and take what's mine
And all i gotta do is send a little letter to rah
He'll send the troops out
My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out
And i'm his little sis so he taught me the same shit
Quick to flip but your name should be prickless
Cuz every time you open your mouth you suckin my dick
Talkin xxxx as if you a soldier nigga
When you a no cash low class doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks we bling bling boulders nigga
Look over your shoulder i'm in the rover it's over nigga
Inhale xxxx back and bust just because
I know none of y'all busters is touchin us
I got the thoroughest thugs and baby reminisces
That don't give a xxxx with a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never just slugs and stiches
Thugs and xxxxxxx forever check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather i still got my tan timbs on
Just copped the pink mink and winter been gone
I been on this thug xxxx y'all can't seem to xxxx wit
My xxxx is hot dogs to top it off still spittin mustard
No fair cuz i don't care i go to war wit a musket
Just give me some oreos a jar of dro and two dutches
Cuz pun be the nicest xxxxxxxxxxxx on the market
Now he got the nicest xxxxx what remi martin

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