It's Me... [Remix]
Voulez vous coucher aves moi bitches! (Showtime!) Re! remix! (You know what time it is right?) Re! re-remix! (It's showtime!) Re! remix! (You know what time it is right?) Remix! (Grab your steerin' wheel) (Chillin' in my Beemer) Sittin' in my Phantom (Listenin' to Ether) Listenin' to the anthem Weezy the badman, one man band man Ya gyal with me cell phone she don't answer He's so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (This is the remix!) So I let her lick the rapper She take care of me all my homeboys after Jump off! Jump off! The girl is a jump off! I let her snort a mountain and she just jumped off Jump off! Jump off! You know she a jump off Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jump off You make it so hard when it's all so basic Chevy grill lookin' like a set of new braces Southside baby, we outside baby Smokin' on the spinach like Popeye baby J'adore ah les femmes, yeah I love my riches Bonjour money, and au revoir bitches Ill and petite, we do it the biggest And knew they rats mean we ain't snithces Now can you tell me how good my french is Voulez vous coucher aves moi bitches! Ah! (OK, now time to bring the big boy out, Kells!) Hi hi nice to meet ya, it's Kells the freaker Mr. Bump 'n' grind Mr. song of the weeker R and B singer, Mr. defeater Sixteen years and still comin' through your speaker Mr. Pied Piper bitch I'm on fire Don't trust me I'm a Billboard shyster I got Dream girls, what you 'gon do Got them chicks singin' "And I am tellin' you!" Up in the club, flossin' like a Don Album 'bout to drop so you bitches better run Makin' them moan while havin' sex to the song After sex, I beat my chest like I'm King Kong Ice so cleared out everybody move Haters on D, I'm 'bout to take these fools Every time I shoot a shot it's like Swizz! Every time I shoot a shot it's like Swizz! Every time I shoot a shot it's like Swizz! I'm in the buildin' and I'm lookin for a bitch! Walk out the studio man it's a hit! Back in the studio and do the remix! I'm in the Mark five with a bad chick! Hop out five paparazzi goin flick! Come on! Hold up, wait a minute! (I'm back off vacation!) Hold up, wait a minute! (You know what I was doin'!) Chillin' in the Beeza, wit' my mama mia She smokin' on Cohiba, on my sun seater For those of you who don't know that's just a yacht with a deck You talk about your cars, what you got up on ya neck I showed you my portfolio, straight disrespect The rims in, the spot they ask "you couldn't write a check?" no! You better think about it, yeah you better think about it You betta hit the damn bar and get a drink up out it I'm straight loco, don't care bout no po-po Only big weight, what you think I roll wit Joe for Wanna talk crazy, go and meet my fo fo Ra! ra! ra! ra! There go that popo J-jam in that Enzo! J-jam in that Spider J-jam in that G-4, bet you can't catch me though Double Z's on that whip, put the grease on her lips Took her to the mine come and threw the "D" on that bitch Freeze You know who it is, It's me bitches! Taking over, the waiting's over We bringing it back like baking soda I don't stop squeezing till ya face is over I'll be on vacation till the case is over Bottles everywhere, club full of women Gucci sneaks, a good cuff on a denim A few birds two look out the three pitches You cock suckers know who it is, it's me bitches!
Written by: HARDNETT, WAYNE JR. / JOHNSON, AVERY L. / MARTIN, STEPHANIE C. / SMITH, JONATHAN H. / BROWN, DAN
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Roba Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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