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big punisher - ms. martin lyrics
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 motherf-cking man
y’all n-gg-s better lay low
catch you in a hurtin’, nawmean?
blow your b-lls off, n-gg-
yo
where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
she always got my back
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s love to scr-p
i inhale the deepest, c-ck 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 b-tch talk sh-t, i’ma destroy her fetus
her dead baby popped this p-ssy, and his boys can’t beat us
straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding
remi don’t write her own rhymes, n-gg-, 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 sh-t
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 the new beef ‘n’ broccolis
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 sh-t, the year start with a 2 sh-t
next millennium, sell a million, clue sh-t
exclusive to tell the truth, y’all useless
‘cuz i’m a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list
where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
she always got my back
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s love to scr-p
remi martin, dash, reminisce, slash
remi, cash like a check in a stash
me without rhymes is like a flint with no flash
stripper with no -ss, car with no gas
tryin’ to go fast, i love to hear the guns go blast
i love the sounds of the sh-lls fallin’ down
love to smoke weed, stay blowin’ trees, f-ck liquor
when sh-t get thick, i love to hear my b-tches raise his clique up
you sick, but i’m sicker, plus our guns is bigger
if you really wanna kill us, do it n-gg-, 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 sh-t
quick to flip, but your name should be pr-ckless
‘cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin’ my d-ck
talkin’ sh-t as if you a soldier, n-gg-
when you a no cash, low cl-ss, doja n-gg-
y’all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, n-gg-
look over your shoulder i’m in the rover, it’s over, n-gg-
inhale, c-ck 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 f-ck with a aim that never misses
hugs and kisses, never, just slugs and st-tches
thugs and b-tches forever, check the mugshot pictures
f-ck the weather, i still got my tan timbs on
just copped the pink mink and winter been gone
i been on this thug sh-t y’all can’t seem to f-ck wit’
my sh-t 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 motherf-cker on the market
now he got the nicest b-tch, what? remi martin
where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
she always got my back
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s love to scr-p
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