679 (feat. Remy Boyz)

歌詞

Yeaaah baby, 17 (RemyBoy Lifestyle) Ay, ay, look Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy You talking bands, girl, I got it Benjamins all in my pocket I traded in my Trues for some Robins He playing 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 ass 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, yeaaah baby Uh, yeah, Monty Tell me what you see Is it money or it’s me? I smoke twenty, smell the weed I got hunnies in my V They like, "Monty, can you be my baby daddy?" I’m like, "Yeah" I got Robins on my jeans You see the wings on every pair All you see is Remy Boyz You know my niggas everywhere And if somebody got a problem We could meet up anywhere Now go say something Don’t you niggas play dumb You know where we came from You don’t want sauce, no A1 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got the sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ayy, yeaaah baby Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine She ain't nothing like them bimbos If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here Blowing, pluck it out the window We get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time Take a high note for me, girlfriend Got my city looking rude I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon, but I think I need a girlfriend She feeling great as I'm talking to her She a RemyGirl, 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 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 Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind Just to see that ass 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, yeaaah baby