Bailz Pagliacci - Remy Strong Lyrics

Yeah nigga coming out the dungeon
Just straight drumming
Click clak sound like percussion
Bank on the Russians
Like trump did for elections
That man a scamming legend
Fuck the imeachment
A girl with a peach went
To the strip club for them niggas appeasement
Bank gotta reprint money in a sequence
Cuz the bitch pussy killing pockets through regions aye gotta hit my mark
Like nyman's niggas shop my style everytime they peep
When I switch it up like a light that's beaming to your Fucking head better duck
I'm squeezing aye
Don't nobody talk I'm grieving
Cuz my nigga dead God give me a reason
He say it depends now you so hungry that
Niggas gotta up they defense aye
Money form into a pile
I don't fuck with niggas anyways anyhow
Drive up the price I don't care the miles
I'm an animal out the fucking zoo
To these motherfuckers ain't nothing to prove
I was in the blood zone feeling the blues
Said that was yo dawg but he giving them clues
Funny how a rat always get you glued to a fucking Trap when he squeaking who
See 937 that's family fool
See KU that's family too
I don't give a fuck we could never lose
We don't do a gram we just stuff a few
Yo crew old news
No ruse big moves
Cash rules give me that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Lost in a daze
Can't believe my nigga went out this way
Those were the days
Making fun of niggas in them hallways
Locked in a cage
Tommy and kev ain't see your pain
Prayed shit changed
When you told me it was on your brain
Had to watch while it ate you up
Now I'm sitting mad cuz we ain't eat enough
We was supposed to fucking blow a bag
Can't even lie I had fucked it up
I was lacking the motivation but told me you was my sacrifice
I don't give a fuck about success if it meant for you to have more life
Wasn't talking for two years when I think about it I shed tears
Thinking all them nights we would slap box with no fears
Van wagenen had raised us but Pavonia Ave had made us blood
Memories just ain't enough
Do anything to feel your touch
God give me back
My nigga ain't deserve this shit but fuck it we gotta go on
God give me back
Swear to God my heart been broke but I'ma stay Remy strong
God give me back
Been so fucked up cuz all I think about is you
God give me back
I'll always miss my April fool
God give me back
God give me back

Yeah nigga coming out the dungeon
Just straight drumming
Click clak sound like percussion
Bank on the Russians
Like trump did for elections
That man a scamming legend
Fuck the imeachment
A girl with a peach went
To the strip club for them niggas appeasement
Bank gotta reprint money in a sequence
Cuz the bitch pussy killing pockets through regions aye gotta hit my mark
Like nyman's niggas shop my style everytime they peep
When I switch it up like a light that's beaming to your Fucking head better duck
I'm squeezing aye
Don't nobody talk I'm grieving
Cuz my nigga dead God give me a reason
He say it depends now you so hungry that
Niggas gotta up they defense aye
Money form into a pile
I don't fuck with niggas anyways anyhow
Drive up the price I don't care the miles
I'm an animal out the fucking zoo
To these motherfuckers ain't nothing to prove
I was in the blood zone feeling the blues
Said that was yo dawg but he giving them clues
Funny how a rat always get you glued to a fucking Trap when he squeaking who
See 937 that's family fool
See KU that's family too
I don't give a fuck we could never lose
We don't do a gram we just stuff a few
Yo crew old news
No ruse big moves
Cash rules give me that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Now gimme that
Lost in a daze
Can't believe my nigga went out this way
Those were the days
Making fun of niggas in them hallways
Locked in a cage
Tommy and kev ain't see your pain
Prayed shit changed
When you told me it was on your brain
Had to watch while it ate you up
Now I'm sitting mad cuz we ain't eat enough
We was supposed to fucking blow a bag
Can't even lie I had fucked it up
I was lacking the motivation but told me you was my sacrifice
I don't give a fuck about success if it meant for you to have more life
Wasn't talking for two years when I think about it I shed tears
Thinking all them nights we would slap box with no fears
Van wagenen had raised us but Pavonia Ave had made us blood
Memories just ain't enough
Do anything to feel your touch
God give me back
My nigga ain't deserve this shit but fuck it we gotta go on
God give me back
Swear to God my heart been broke but I'ma stay Remy strong
God give me back
Been so fucked up cuz all I think about is you
God give me back
I'll always miss my April fool
God give me back
God give me back