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No Bet Chill - Remy Ma



     
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Fuck outta here, nigga
No bet chillSee the girls back home like mulberry
Now they call me Hag and Daaz 'cause I got ice
I got cream in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready
And not to contradict my name
See I don't really like to play the bar heavyI'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red
I ain't got an enemy that's not dead
Oh, you a hothead, I'll leave your head hot
You know, I got lead when you see that red dotAnd plus I'm dead nice, these bitches dead not
My chain Flinstone, bracelet bedrock
And when I'm not in Miami, it's hot like Miami
I got twin glocks call 'em cotton and candyI got cousins that get it poppin' named Tequila and Brandy
I spent like 10 thousand just shoppin' for panties
Know these bitches can't stand me, catch me hoppin' out that Cadi
Shawty gased up 'cause I'm frontin' and I'm callin' him daddyIf he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill
If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill
If he ain't actin' right, if he ain't packin' like 9 inches
Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chillIf he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill

He don't want me to smoke and like no bet chill
He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch
Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chillHomie, I ain't impressed 'cause you dropped 450 on a New Jersey
I just dropped 450 on a crib in New jersey
But I'm from South Bronx, muthafucka, you heard me
I can tell you a bird 'cause you get up to earlyYou actin', askin' who's really that bitch
I know a fever when I see it you ain't really that sick
I spit full blown, you a mile cold
I'm 21 years young, y'all bitch wild oldCan tell you in your 40s like you pushin' 40
Got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody's shawty, stop
You really need to lay off the cock
Y'all bitches Bacardi Breezers and I'm Remy on the rocksWatch and I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or a watch
I'm talkin' sum Joey crack shit, I'm 'bout to get a match
And you know the summer comin' I can use another drop
Got the ghetto barbie but I got a lil' pop, popIf he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill
If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill
If he ain't actin' right or if he ain't packin' like 9 inches
Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chillIf he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill
He don't want me to smoke and I'm like no bet chill
He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch
Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chillSee I know how to rhyme and I'm nice on the mic
And I know how to ride 'cause I'm nice on them bikes
And not for nothin', I'm the type to wife
See I can cook and clean but I like to fightI had this shawty like to bite I called 'em Iron Mike
Changed it to Jack Frost 'cause he started buyin' ice
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', never catch me cryin'
You'd think I was down with the clipse the way I be grindin'See a lot of chics is sick but I'm the sickest one
I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one
I got 99 guns and I still ain't done
Until this day I wish that I could bring back PunYeah, I know you can't take it, kid
See, it wears the pants in this relationship
But you gotta love me 'cause I'm so real
When bitches try to hate 'em, like no bet chillIf he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill
If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill
If he ain't actin' right or if he ain't packin' like 9 inches
Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chillIf he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill
He don't want me to smoke and I'm like no bet chill
He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch
Then I'm gon' flip, yeah right, no bet chillWhat do you mean do I love you?
Of course I love you , I love all of y'all
Yeah, Larsen, I got my chills let's be for real

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Reminisce Mackie Martin-Smith (born May 30, 1981 in Castle Hill, Bronx), better known by her stage name Remy Ma, is an American rapper and former member of Fat Joe's rap crew, Terror Squad. She was featured on the group's hit song Lean Back from their second album, 2004's True Story. Her debut solo album, There's Something about Remy: Based on a True Story, was released in 2006. In May 2008, she was sentenced to eight years in prison after she was found guilty of assault, illegal weapon possession and attempted coercion related to a fatal shooting outside a nightclub in 2007. She married her fiance, rapper Papoose, outside the courtroom before she was sentenced, after he had tried to sneak a handcuff key into the prison where she was being held.

Remy has released five singles from her album There's Something About Remy: "Whuteva" , "Conceited", "Feels So Good", "Thug Love" and " "Lights Camera Action". "Conceited" was the most successful, however the album was largely a commercial failure selling only 225,000 units. The album got 3.5 mics from The Source magazine.

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