It’s Me b*tches (Remix) lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: R. Kelly, Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne]
Voulez vous voucher avec moi, b*tches (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)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Swizz Beatz]
(Chillin' in my Bimmer) Sitting on the Phantom
(Listenin' to "Ether") Listenin' to the anthem
Weezy dem badman, one man band man
Ya gyal with me, cell phone, she don't answer
He so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper (This is the remix)
So I let her lick the rapper
She take care of me and all me homeboys after
Jumpoff, jumpoff, the girl is a jumpoff (Weezy)
I let her snort a mountain and she just jumped off
Jumpoff, jumpoff, you know she a jumpoff
Pull my di*k out and watch her jump on, jump off
You make it so hard when it's all so basic
Chevy grill looking like a set of new braces
South side baby, we outside baby
Smoking on the spinach like Popeye, baby
J'adore a les francs, yeah, I love my riches
Bonjour money, and au revoir, b*tches
Il n'est petit, we do it the biggest
And "nous n'est rats" mean we ain't snitches (I told you it's showtime)
Now can you tell me how good my French is?
Voulez-vous voucher avec moi, b*tches?
[Refrain: R. Kelly & Swizz Beatz]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Okay, now time to bring the big boy out, Kells)

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Hi, hi nice to meet ya, it's Kells the freaker
Mr. "Bump n' Grind", Mr. Song-of-the-Weeker
R&B singer, Mr. Defeater
Sixteen years and still comin' through your speaker
Mr. Pied Piper, b*tch, I'm on fire
Don't trust me, I'm a Billboard shyster
I got dream girls, what you wan' do?
Got them chicks singing (Ladies), "And I am tellin' you"
Up in the club, flossing like a don
Album 'bout to drop, so you b*tches better run
Making 'em moan while having sex to the song
After sex, I beat my chest like I'm King Kong
Ice on clear, everybody move
Haters on D, I'm 'bout to take these fools (Ladies)
Every time I shoot a shot, it's like "Swizz" (Oh)
Every time I shoot a shot, it's like "Swizz" (Oh)
Every time I shoot a shot, it's like "Swizz" (Oh)
I'm in the buildin' and I'm lookin' for a snitch (Kels)
Walk out the studio, and man, it's a hit (Showtime)
Back in the studio and do the remix
I'm in that Mark 5 with a bad chick (Y'all know I'm not playin' with y'all, man)
Hop out, five paparazzi goin' flick
[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, wait a minute (I'm back off vacation)
Hold up, wait a minute (You know what I was doin')

[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Chillin' in Ibiza, with my mamma mia (Remix)
She smokin' on Cohiba, on my Sunseeker
For those of you 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
Them Rembrandts, Basquiats, you couldn't write a check? No
You better think about it, yeah, you better think about it
You better hit the damn bar and get a drink about it
I'm straight loco, don't care about no po-po
Only big weight, what you think I roll with Joe for?
Wanna talk crazy, go and meet my .44
(Grah-grah-grah-grah) There go that po-po
J-jam in that Enzo, j-jam in that Spider
J-jam in that G4, bet you can't catch me, though
Double Z's on my whip, put the grease on her lip
Took her to the mine, come and threw the D on the b*tch

[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
Freeze, you know who it is (You know who it is)
It's me, b*tches
[Outro: Jadakiss]
Taking over, the waiting's over
We bringing it back like baking soda
I don't stop squeezing 'til ya face is over
I'll be on vacation 'til the case is over
Bottles everywhere, club full of women
Gucci sneaks, good cuff on the denim
A few birds, two lookouts and three pictures
You c*cksuckers know who it is, it's me, b*tches (b*tches)
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