Yall Dont Really Want It

(Chorus) Really it's really nothing Bitches be really frontin Niggas don't give me nothing Take everything that I want and Soon as I get confronted I'm telling niggas run it Yall don't really want it Nah yall don't really want it [Remy Ma: Verse 1] I switch my flow but I'm straight from the Boogie nigga You know my style black Tims black hoodie nigga Yeah it's clear , its my year Remy Ma run shit round here round here I kicks that southern slang it's from from right thurr Oh you got bitches coming? Where they at? Right where? Wife beata, Nik-errs, nice jeans, nice hair Gun in my purse, ice all in my ear So who the fuck you think you talking to bitch? Know who you fucking with The Bronx Bomber ,Ms.Martin government name is Reminisce And you don't really wanna piss me off Look you dont wanna push me They say you are what you eat so you know that means you pussy (Right)I'm in my Hummer stunting, I'm on the Henry Hudson Don't care which lane, so I switch lanes from left lane to right lane its nothing And I'm doing like a 100 So how I'm gone dump my Dutchess See niggas is nervous But I'm swervin on all yall mothafuckas (Chorus 2x) [Remy Ma: Verse 2] (Damn) The pedal scuff my Chuckers And still can't no one touch us If the world was free of suckas it wouldn't be no one but us Remy Ma get it on and prospect Sunshine, Big Pun, and Joe Crack Terror squad and you already know that Bitch threw two at me I throw four back Bitch hold that, yeah throwback As a matter of fact wait hold up Tell me this beat ain't a beat that make you wanna Get some weed and roll up See my ears, my neck, my wrist, my fingers look like water froze up I'm a p-i-m-p I got male groupies Hot damn jeez down there hoes up When I say hoes I mean bitches And by bitches I mean ladies See No bitch could ever play me Push a aqua green Mercedes And you driving Ms.Daisy Rem be driving em crazy I'm big pimping just like them niggas Bun B & Jay-Z [Verse 3] Ok ya girl is here the night is right My gear is crazy ,crispy white on white Just got the trucks valet and I'm here a little late but who really gives a fuck It's not like I gotta pay Hate these dike ass security with grown men hands You half nigga, my squad got in with all the cans But you know I gotta cop a bottle soon as I step in I don't even drink like that I use it as a weapon Why you think I'm gettinig drunk poppin Corpse I'm just patiently waiting for something to pop off And these bouncers is fucking cowards They think cause they brolic That they can't get smacked with a bottle of Hypnotiq Now they tryna tell me that we can't smoke in the club Dont give a fuck about a , but I'm smoking my bud Somebody better tell the kid Remy dont really care Set it on anyone, anywhere Bitch I ain't never scared