Victory 3000 lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Verse 1:Remy Ma]
Yo this b*tch can spit for hours
I'ma flip the script so these b*tches can see who got the power
Plus I got the powder, n*ggas used to doubt her
Now they check the curb to see what I jumped out of
Yeah right now matter what my gear tight
Think my piece look sick you should see in the light
Sitting on my titties like, what the f*ck n*gga jump
Gotta Glock in the stash box , pump in the trunk
And I'll dump every single last f*cking one these slugs
To the acid any motherf*cking one of you bugs
Word to everything I love, I ain't tryna to be a thug
But I really will slap the sh*t out of one of you sl*ts
You a dolja , living in the next mans world
And I'm a soldier I'm like n*gga get your girl
If the b*tch disrespect me she getting slapped up
And your sideline n*ggas better back the f*ck up
Listen up I spit this for Christopher
Rios and Wallace, and b*tches can't stop this
Crazy can't no n*gga try to play me
And instant, make it burn slower than an incense
Like f*ck your demad whore, f*ck what you stand for
If you wasn't scared what the f*ck yo ass ran for
You pus*y and I knew it, these hoes is so stupid
You so old news and I'm so exclusive
You told me you respect me now tell em I'm the nicest
Gotta charge a fee my but sixteen's are priceless
You think you better lets battle for your ice b*tch
Battle for your life b*tch
And no offense but I can't stand a dyke b*tch
See I really like di*k
And I f*cked your man and he told me that he liked it
How you like that b*tch? Remy is that b*tch
He bust twice bust twice
Why you click clackin'
Keep chit-chattin , thinking it can't happen
Body gone sweep up on the shore of Manhattan
Not a problem to rob em' checks I cash it
b*tches so funny that's why I stay laughing
Keep letting em gas it, thinking you got it mastered
I'm not trying to take the spot I'm trying to pass it
b*tches walking round looking like straight plastic
Remy mad thick, nice ass big ass tits
Oh sh*t , so sick
b*tches don't know sh*t, supercalifragilistex-piala"HO"b*tch
Run that, f*ck that
Catch you wanna come back money tight tight now
Leave you life right now
b*tches better pipe down, for they get knifed down
If you wanna act up, you can get stabbed up , clapped up
Handcuffed, duct taped , wrapped up
Thrown in the back of a motherf*ckin Mack truck
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