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Remy Buccs Video (MV)




Performed By: Smxxsh3x
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Darius Alston




Smxxsh3x - Remy Buccs Lyrics
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Ummm Let's go, pull out the racks she on go like the city bus
Might hit the hoe, but I'm keeping the glizzy tuck
Mask on, I was feeling mysterious
Nigga lame as f*ck, you cannot be serious
Loudest nigga in the room, got like 50 bucks
When I give it to her, baby say she can't get enough
I done did a lot, but feel like I ain't did enough
Just don't play with him, I'm still having plenty bucks
Compact 45, hit like a semi truck
I heard your new shit, just go ahead and give it up
I Just want the head , baby girl put your titties up
Niggas dick riding, tell that boy giddy up
Like a squirrel, boy, these niggas be holding nuts
You Timmy Turner, them boys, they wish they was us
They calling me Remy Bucks
Let's go, pull out the racks and she on go like the marta
I'ma keep it on me, cause I got a think smarter
We give that boy edge up like a barber
No ceilings, I done lost my top like the carter
Three band, play im on Jimmy Carter
Expensive drank , like my shit a little darker
Wake up and see me on TV like I'm Arthur
Don't play with him, you can still get your fye took
Ain't gotta say I word my three know the right look
All off the grind, but some of it I might took
I know she going when she give me that side look
Chanel bag, but I might have to buy two
Thigh pads wit the racks and the fye too
Follow the wave , like some shit you subscribe to
Finesse her out the bank card gotta bribe you
Bounce out wit that sack they was calling me Remy
I do this shit for my Ma like Remy
You wish you was me, got me calling em timmy
Gone get to the bag if it's raining or windy
I can have a million dollars, still take her to Wendy's
Cho cook up the work, like a chef at Denny's
F on my test, but that was for Fendi
These all hunnids your pockets on skinny
Let's go, pull out the racks she on go like the city bus
Might hit the hoe, but I'm keeping the glizzy tuck
Mask on, I was feeling mysterious
Nigga lame as f*ck, you cannot be serious
Loudest nigga in the room, got like 50 bucks
When I give it to her, baby say she can't get enough
I done did a lot, but feel like I ain't did enough
Just don't play with him, I'm still having plenty bucks
Compact 45, hit like a semi truck
I heard your new shit, just go ahead and give it up
I Just want the head , baby girl put your titties up
Niggas dick riding, tell that boy giddy up
Like a squirrel, boy, these niggas be holding nuts
You Timmy Turner, them boys, they wish they was us
They calling me Remy Bucks
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Ummm Let's go, pull out the racks she on go like the city bus
Might hit the hoe, but I'm keeping the glizzy tuck
Mask on, I was feeling mysterious
Nigga lame as f*ck, you cannot be serious
Loudest nigga in the room, got like 50 bucks
When I give it to her, baby say she can't get enough
I done did a lot, but feel like I ain't did enough
Just don't play with him, I'm still having plenty bucks
Compact 45, hit like a semi truck
I heard your new shit, just go ahead and give it up
I Just want the head , baby girl put your titties up
Niggas dick riding, tell that boy giddy up
Like a squirrel, boy, these niggas be holding nuts
You Timmy Turner, them boys, they wish they was us
They calling me Remy Bucks
Let's go, pull out the racks and she on go like the marta
I'ma keep it on me, cause I got a think smarter
We give that boy edge up like a barber
No ceilings, I done lost my top like the carter
Three band, play im on Jimmy Carter
Expensive drank , like my shit a little darker
Wake up and see me on TV like I'm Arthur
Don't play with him, you can still get your fye took
Ain't gotta say I word my three know the right look
All off the grind, but some of it I might took
I know she going when she give me that side look
Chanel bag, but I might have to buy two
Thigh pads wit the racks and the fye too
Follow the wave , like some shit you subscribe to
Finesse her out the bank card gotta bribe you
Bounce out wit that sack they was calling me Remy
I do this shit for my Ma like Remy
You wish you was me, got me calling em timmy
Gone get to the bag if it's raining or windy
I can have a million dollars, still take her to Wendy's
Cho cook up the work, like a chef at Denny's
F on my test, but that was for Fendi
These all hunnids your pockets on skinny
Let's go, pull out the racks she on go like the city bus
Might hit the hoe, but I'm keeping the glizzy tuck
Mask on, I was feeling mysterious
Nigga lame as f*ck, you cannot be serious
Loudest nigga in the room, got like 50 bucks
When I give it to her, baby say she can't get enough
I done did a lot, but feel like I ain't did enough
Just don't play with him, I'm still having plenty bucks
Compact 45, hit like a semi truck
I heard your new shit, just go ahead and give it up
I Just want the head , baby girl put your titties up
Niggas dick riding, tell that boy giddy up
Like a squirrel, boy, these niggas be holding nuts
You Timmy Turner, them boys, they wish they was us
They calling me Remy Bucks
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Writer: Darius Alston
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