Bonnie & Clyde Lyrics

(feat. Remy Martin)

[Remy Martin:]
Here It Comes Yeah (That Bitch)
Here It Comes Yeah
Here It Comes Yeah (Rem)
Here It Comes Yeah (That Nigga)
Here It Comes Yeah (Pap)
Here It Comes Yeah (Okay)
Here It Comes Yeah (You Asked For It)

[Verse 1: Remy Martin]
See I Be On Some Other Shit
Like Fuck Your Dead Mother Shit
Disrespect Ya Whole Character
Call You By Ur Government
I Don't Know What These Bitches Think You Ugly And Ya Pussy Stink
Ya Whole Flow Is Borrowed
Stole Everything But The Kitchen Sink
See You Just Mad Bitch
And You Suck Mad Dick
My Shit Is Fire I Does My Own Adlibs
Spit No Practice
I Spits Backwards Backwards Spits
I Practice No one Adlibs
See Niggas Should Call You Frying Pan
Your Face Is Like A Frying Pan
And Niggas Throw There Meat In You and
You Burn Em Like A Frien Pan
I Ain't Lying Man
See yall Don't Really Want It
I Got These Bitches Scared To Death
They Know The Album Coming.

Yup See Slay?
This Is Why I Told You
I Can Not Do Mixedtapes
I Just Be Talkin Fuckin Reckless
Its Crazy

[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
And I Ain't Gotta Force It
My Shit Come Natural
You Don't Want Me On Every Mix-tape
As If I Was Papoose
Exposing All Your Skeletons
Straight Getting At you
Telling Everybody I'm a Fuck You Up
When I Catch You
Know What I'm Talking Bout
I'm What A Thug About
I only make new friends so the squad can slut em out
Buy Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out
Then Come Back With Some Different Shit
Looking Like Xzibit Just Pimp My ShitRemy Ma - Bonnie & Clyde - http://motolyrics.com/remy-ma/bonnie-and-clyde-lyrics.html
I'm That Bitch And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me
Yall Bitches Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately

I'm Talking Like Fuckin Last Year Like Last Decade (Hahahahaha)

Yeah Graduated From Mixedtapes Now (Papoose)
Somethin Bout Remy Nigga (Remy Martin)
Got The Mixedtape Award And All That, Yo (Papoose)
Album Commin (Remy Martin)
Check Me Out (Papoose)

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I Aint Recanize Remy When I Seen Her In The Night Club
We Got The Indusrty Addicted We Like Drugs
I Done Pop Chris Stall Dawn Pareone
Not A Drunk Alazate The Dawns Very Calm
The Wild Out The Drunk Henny Rum
Thats Why I Say
East Coast Pop A Bottle Wit Chall
Alotta Chicks Be Burnin Like Drinkin Some Vodka
Tryed To Tell Me She A Virgin Like Penacolada
Casket Creamed It Up Beam Away Shawn Dawnin
But None Of Dat Could Fuck With A Bottle Of Remmy Martin
Now I Done Smoke Purple Haze
Smoke Chocolats I Smoke Hydro
All Types Of Lalala Smoke Straights All Blazed Up
Puff Passed Do But None Of Dat Can Fuck With
A Pound Of Papoose
Niggas Wanna Clap Me Up Leave Me Holy
I Marajauana In The Flesh
Alotta Niggas Wanna Smoke Me
I Done Move Good Dope
Move Straight Coke
Shit So Pure Look Like It Came Off The Boat
I Done Move Hard Crack Its Alotta Dj's
But None Of Yall Could Fuck With A Kilo Of Kslay
My Work Would Drop Bomb He Rap From The Cops
He Drop My Whole Bomb Talkin Everysingle Rock
I Told Him No Everything Bout It
Cause My Single Was Hot
Flex Droppin More Bombs Then The Worker On The Block
Rapologie Surprime Folosophies The Thing
You Could Call Me Mr.Not So Remeadream
Remy Look Good In Person
Just Like She Do In The Magazines
So Ima Stay Close To Ms. Martin Like Dr. King
Never Used To Like Drop Tops
But He Think Flossin
So Im Bout To Have More Dropps Then Weak Fossets
He Dont Wanna Lean Back
Slay Hand Me The Tourists
Hit Him In The Back Of His Head
And Make Him Lean Forward
[Echo:] Papoose Papoose Papoose Papoose