Yeah Yeah Yeah Terror Squad (Ft. Fat Joe & Remy Ma)

[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Check it

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
You see the girl get it poppin' like no other
Now they call me streets 'cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem' got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame dudes gon' fuck her
I'm on some chill shit
But if you frontin' then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real
You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
First I'ma get it hot, then I'ma get a deal
My budget none stop, my advance 10 mill
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rockin' the hood
Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
And if I, pollyin' the dick it's gotta be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes don't go down but a lot of them would
I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib, he still want to eat it out (damn!)
Oh God, its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets, nigga!