Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She's Gone, artist - Remy Ma.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
She's Gone |
What? |
You mean I’m ya second favorite famale rapper. |
You crazy? |
I’m better than most niggas… Suck my dick |
There ain’t a bitch as ill as me, no bitch as real as me |
Shit, I live where the stealers, drug dealers, killers be |
Don’t give a fuck what y’all mothafuckas think of me |
So fuckin what, fuck a slut if she ain’t feelin me |
If you a real bitch, then you love my shit |
Turn out the lights, get ya man and fuck to my shit |
Ride that dick, make him eat yo shit |
Bust ya nut ma, light a blunt to my shit |
I think it’s some truth to that sex sells shit |
Cuz bitches is so pussy… niggas is just dicks (shit) |
I’m so sicking, don’t think cuz I smoke a lil more |
Than alotta weed that I’m slippin |
As long as hoes is still strippin, my flow is still flippin |
Jewels’ll keep drippin |
And I’mma keep comin' through in that six wit the seats back shipment |
Stop trippin bitch, cuz when I stop you lookin |
It’s no need for the ice grill you not in Brooklyn |
Go 'head and act fool like you really wanna step to this |
And I’mma put the tool right between ya two breasttess |
And ain’t shit that you can say to me when you be breathless |
Young but I done did to |
Too much shit |
I smoke like an O a day |
Nothing but the Dro and Haze |
So you know I feel no pain |
Now I gotta go away |
Remy Ma |
Offcial fuckin beat bodier |
Who the fuck want it? |
Niggas? |
Bitchez? |
The fuckin Bronx savior |
The Queen of N. Y |
The game’s changing |
She be on the rap for ya’ll bitches |
This doobie ya heard |
BX dont get it twisted |
Home of the killers, the dealers, the bombers and Remy |
Martin.Rep that |
See I be trying not to swear to God |
But I swear mothafuckas gon hear the squad |
Y’all betta fear the Prospect and Joe the God |
Armageddon, Tony Sunshine and Remy Ma |
About to take over the world already run the Bronx |
And if it wasn’t for P, we couldn’t be |
So bless his heart, bless his soul |
Make he rest in peace |
Can I get a lil moment of silence please… |
I never let him see me stress |
Don’t never try to disrespect |
Nigga I eat, shit, sleep and breath TS |
And if I love a nigga, Remy love a nigga ta death |