679 - I Got a Glock in my Rari: Kuromi Version
Ayy, ayy, look
Baby girl, you so damn fine, though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though
I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine, though
And when it's over, I press rewind, though, ayy
You talkin' bands, girl, I got it
Benjamin's all in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
He playin' Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him
Ayy, I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
(Uh, yeah, Monty) ayy, yeah, baby
Tell me what you see, is it money or it's me?
I smoke 20, smell the
I got hunnies in my V (yeah, baby)
They like, "Monty, can you be my baby, daddy?" I'm like "Yeah" (yeah)
I got Robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair (ayy, ayy)
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my - everywhere (Remy Boyz)
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere
Now go say some' (ayy)
Don't you ni- play dumb (yeah)
You know where we came from
You won't want sauce, no A1
I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine)
Wonder when she'll be mine (woo)
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeah, baby
Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothin' like 'em bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowin', pluck it out the window
DJ playin', press rewind, got her singin' every time
Take a high note for me, girlfriend
Got my city lookin' rude, I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon
But I think I need a girlfriend
She feelin' great as I'm talkin' to her
She a Remy Girl so I'm gon' pursue her
I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on
Thousand dollars when I get my tip on (sheesh)
I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real
She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh, my
I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine)
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeah, baby
Baby girl, you so damn fine, though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though
I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine, though
And when it's over, I press rewind, though, ayy
You talkin' bands, girl, I got it
Benjamin's all in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
He playin' Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him
Ayy, I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
(Uh, yeah, Monty) ayy, yeah, baby
Tell me what you see, is it money or it's me?
I smoke 20, smell the
I got hunnies in my V (yeah, baby)
They like, "Monty, can you be my baby, daddy?" I'm like "Yeah" (yeah)
I got Robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair (ayy, ayy)
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my - everywhere (Remy Boyz)
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere
Now go say some' (ayy)
Don't you ni- play dumb (yeah)
You know where we came from
You won't want sauce, no A1
I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine)
Wonder when she'll be mine (woo)
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeah, baby
Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothin' like 'em bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowin', pluck it out the window
DJ playin', press rewind, got her singin' every time
Take a high note for me, girlfriend
Got my city lookin' rude, I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon
But I think I need a girlfriend
She feelin' great as I'm talkin' to her
She a Remy Girl so I'm gon' pursue her
I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on
Thousand dollars when I get my tip on (sheesh)
I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real
She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh, my
I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine)
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that a- one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeah, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Brian Garcia, Angel Luis Cosme
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