Remy Ma - Shether Lyrics
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Remy Ma]Free Remy!(Word)You know what? Free Remy!***** you, Free Remy!(***** Nicki Minaj!)Are you dumb?You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?)(***** Nicki Minaj!)Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, *****?(***** Nicki Minaj!)[Hook](I) ***** with your soul like shETHER(Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you(Not) Lipo your ass and belly(Lose) I prove you lost already[Verse]They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb assIt looks stupid, you literally got a dumb assTalkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb asYou get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb assLet's be honest, you stole that line 'bout *****es bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with gunsWhen the only shot you ever took was in your bunsAnd I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass droppedHe couldn't ***** you for three monthsBecause your ass droppedNow I don't think y'all understand how bad her ass gotThe implants that she had put in her ass poppedI was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box?Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top?Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bopYou was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomedBut now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tuneLocked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weavesSnatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greensDaily News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid,"But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunistLeft your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shitThen got with the dude that told you on some creep shitBut what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shitLeft him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?And we all know it was a beef that you startedPillow-talkin' out of your ass, this ***** retardedNow you gotta die, you dearly departedBloodbath when I catch you, a real red carpetNow what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts***** so scared of my future, got this ***** goin' backwardsBeen through mad crews, you disloyal hoochieNow all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupieAnd to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rapThe whole industry know that your shit is a wrapNo, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriterAnd that's why this is my house; Flo RidaNiggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'And since your first boyfriend left, ***** ain't winnin'You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorryYou can't get a on line without SafareeMentionin' guns, you ***** Galore, James BondOnly time you touch a trigga is when you *****ed Trey SongzCoke head, you cheated on your man with EbroI might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopesThey gassin' you up, but you been on E, though"Pills and Potions," yep, you been on E, hoeGot your ghostwriters back, so you think you litRem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, *****I'm supposed to be scared'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back?I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yappedTried to front in February, catch you in that MaybachShow you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wackI'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?I'ma park this *****, put Nicki in the garageI'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homieI responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick NolteGettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gaugeThen blaze off, Face Off, *****, Nicolas CageYou animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, *****Only the kids believe in you; you St. NickNow when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand itI'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the CannonHow are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood?Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"That's Hannah Montana, she was always happyYou only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carryTried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enoughPillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit upI'm jealous? *****, you was happy when they took meBest thing that ever happened to you was when they booked meYou said you never *****ed Wayne—how stupid I look, B?Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bullyYou named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie'Cause you was suckin' his dickAnd now he tired of your nookieYou claimed you never *****ed DrakeNow that's where you took meYou *****ed the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the BoogieTo let you know real *****es never lie on their *****And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 dealThrough Young Money, through Cash Money, through RepublicWhich means your money go through five niggas before you touch itAny videos, promotions come out of your budgetEndorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-***** itYou make, like, 35 cents off of each ducatI own my masters, *****, independentSo for every sale I do, you gotta do like tenStop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like himYou a mother*****in' worker, not a boss like RemYou're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet*****, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vetI kill rappers, and you good as dead, *****Talkin' shit about me to a deaf *****And usually I have sympathy for the impairedBut not when you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrheaBut you point your fingers at me? I’m the bad girlWhen she the one out here misleadin' the black girls?All these fake asses influenced by that girlDyin' from botched surgeries—what a sad world!But before the butt job, you was a SpongebobSuckin' ***** for records, captain of the cum squadAnd I got a few words for the moms of the young BarbzGuess who supports a child molester? Nicki MinajYou paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foulHow you spendin' money to support a pedophile?He a walkin' dead man, sendin' threats to himI guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to KenTalkin’ about your money long and your foreign sickWhy you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics?You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sickThought you could ***** with me, by far Rem sickMeek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pantsWe call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pantsUh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingersYeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingersVH1, watch thisYou just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop *****[Outro]Don't ever in your *****in' life play with meThat's on the set!You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd recordYou tried it on your little freestyleThey was both duds, just like every other one was dudsJust like this last one was a dudBut what you not gonna do is keep subbin' meBig… Pun!I send a *****in' headshot, you dead, *****!Will not lose!
