REMY MA – Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss) lyrics

 Produced by RON BROWZ

 Free Remy!
 You know what?
 Free Remy!
 Fuck you, Free Remy!
 [Fuck Nicki Minaj]
 Are you dumb?
 You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain [Are you dumb?]
 You had a leopard beehive on your head [Are you dumb?]
 [Fuck Nicki Minaj]
 Are you forgettin’ that I pressed you before, bitch?
 [Fuck Nicki Minaj]

 [I] Fuck with your soul like shETHER
 [Will] You ain’t the queen, I’ll show you
 [Not] Lipo your ass and belly
 [Lose] I prove you lost already

 They told you your whole career I’d come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
 I told you I wasn’t talkin’ about your dumb ass
 It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
 Talking cray, and we all know that you dumb ass
 You get Donkey of the Day, yeah you dumb ass
 Let’s be honest, you stole that line ’bout bitches being your sons
 How you take my ’09 jail tweet and run?
 Talking ’bout bringing knives to a fight with guns
 When the only shot you ever took was in your buns
 And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
 He couldn’t fuck you for three months because your ass dropped
 Now I don’t think y’all understand how bad her ass got
 The implants that she had put in her ass popped
 I was like, “Damn, 90 days and you couldn’t have box?
 Did she at least compensate? Start giving you mad top?
 Her name Minaj, right? She ain’t throw you some bad thots?”
 He said “Nah,” that’s when I knew you was really a trash bop
 You was screaming “Free Remy” when I was upstate doomed
 But now that they freed Remy, you don’t sing the same tune
 Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves
 Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
 Daily News, “Her career’s over,” “She was kinda stupid,”
 But you saw a opportunity ’cause you a opportunist
 Left your Day 1 ’cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
 Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
 But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
 Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?
 And we all know it was a beef that you started
 Pillow-talking out of your ass, this bitch retarded
 Now you gotta die, you dearly departed
 Blood bath, when I catch you, a real red carpet
 Now what I’ma do, I’ma just stick to the facts
 Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch going backwards
 Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
 Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?
 After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
 Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
 And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap
 The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap
 No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can’t have a ghostwriter
 And that’s why this is my house, Flo Rida
 Niggas done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning
 And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain’t winning
 You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I’m sorry
 You can’t get her online with out Safaree!
 Mentioning guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
 Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
 Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
 I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes
 They gassing you up, but you been on E, though
 “Pills and Potions,” yep, you been on E, hoe
 Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit
 Rem Belushi, I’m a Ghostbuster, bitch
 I’m supposed to be scared ’cause you bought your Barbie chain back?
 I’ll revert to “Ante Up,” you’ll get your Barbie chain yapped
 Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach
 Show you how to use your name, you be using your name wack
 I’m saying, how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?
 I’ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
 I’m getting money like Nicky Barnes, I’m the big homie
 I responded in less than 48 Hours, Nick Nolte
 Getting close like Nick Jonas, gripping the gauge
 Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
 You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
 Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick
 Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won’t understand it
 I’m Wild’n Out, bout to hit Nick with the Cannon
 How are you on the VMAs acting like you hood?
 Way across the stage, talking ’bout “Miley, what’s good?”
 That’s Hannah Montana, she was always happy
 You only fronted on Mariah ’cause Mariah don’t carry
 Tried to disrespect Taylor ’cause Taylor wasn’t Swift enough
 Pillsbury Doughgirl, Remy pick the biscuit up
 I’m jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me
 Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me
 You said you never fucked Wayne, how stupid I look, B?
 Get the picture, I’ll expose you, I’m kind of a bully
 You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
 ‘Cause you was sucking his dick and now he tired of your nookie
 You claimed you never fucked Drake, now that’s where you took me
 You fucked the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie?
 Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
 To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy
 And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal
 Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
 Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
 Any videos, promotions come out of your budget
 Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
 You make like 35 cents off of each ducat
 I own my masters, bitch, independent
 So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten
 Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him
 You a motherfucking worker, not a boss like Rem
 You’re done, them pop chicks ain’t get the news yet
 Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah and I’m the new vet
 I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
 Talking shit about me to a deaf bitch
 And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
 But not when you hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea
 But you point your fingers at me?
 I’m the bad girl when she the one out here misleading the black girls?
 All these fake asses influenced by that girl
 Dying from botched surgeries, what a sad world
 But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob
 Sucking cock for records, captain of the cum squad
 And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz
 Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
 You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul
 How you spending money to support a pedophile?
 He a walking dead man, sending threats to him
 I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
 Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick
 Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics
 You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick
 Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
 Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
 We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
 Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers
 Yeah, you must think you Drake and I’m Twitter fingers
 VH1, watch this
 You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch

 Don’t ever in your fucking life play with me
 That’s on the set!
 You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
 You tried it on your little freestyle
 They was both duds, just like every other one was duds
 Just like this last one was a dud
 But what you not gonna do is keep subbin’ me
 I send a fucking headshot, you dead, bitch!
 Will not lose!
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