Remy Martin Conceited (RMX) W/Lil Wayne,Papoose & Jae Millz Lyrics

(It's the remix, Remy Martin, Papoose, Lil' Wayne, Trina, Jae Millz)

Verse 1: Remy Ma
I let 'em touch it, bring it, play it, watch it, turn it, leave it, I'm conceited.
And I look too good for a remix, they don't call me a b____ for no reason.
See, I need silence when I'm speakin' (Shh, shh), Yeah just like that.
I told this dude that I missed him then turned my phones off and got missin'.
Listen, when the Remy's in the system ain't no tellin' will I f___ him, will I kiss him?
I lick my lips but I'll never kiss 'em.
See I'm nasty, but that's nasty.
I throws it back when he throws it at me,
And we always make up 'cause he tries to mack me.
And I know these chicks jealous that's why I'm laughin'.
Pretty Remy, Remy pretty either way it's accurate.

Verse 2: Papoose
Oh no, why your girl let Pap in?
Yankee hat with the Pelly Pelly jacket.
I'm grippin' and grippin' on a Magnum.
He grillin' me and I'm about to clap 'em.
Don't believe the rumours, they all liars.
They mad 'cause I'm close to Rem like car tires.
I pay for no b____, l___ is free.
I'm like $1,000, I'mma G.
And listen, I'll wire ya money jaw, what he think he provin'?
I'll wire money like Western Union on the highway.
With Kia in the all black 2 seater,
License behind
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Keep A Fly Sneakers, Supply Reefer, Fly Diva Act Live skeezer.
She'll Leila Ali ya,
I'm s___tin' on rappers like diarrhea.
The nacirema* wise leader, Black Mafia.
Bye, see ya.

Chorus: Remy Ma
See I look too good for this necklace,
And I look too good to be wearing this,
You know I look way too good to be innocent,
I'm conceited, it's the remix.
See, I look too good to be driving that,
And I look too good to be buying that,
You know, I look way too good to be trying that,
I'm conceited, it's the remix

Verse 3: Lil' Wayne
Call me, Young Weezy baby.
Grown a__ ladies wanna come rape me.
And Baby pays me dollars and cents,
And I ain't conceited, I'm convinced.
See, I ain't your boyfriend, I'm your pimp.
I'll pull out my pistol and shoot at your lips,
Pow pow mama.
I'm just spoiled mama,
Don't have a cow mama,
See I just spent a hundred thou' on a smile.
I'mma laugh so hard when it ain't even funny,
I'mma get my shine on when it ain't even sunny.
I'm money, sittin' in a coupe like a tub them twenty's.
I had twenty one's but they rub,
Top off but when I put it on it's soft.
Put that thing in first, navigation get lost.
Let's talk, she think she on some fly a__ s___,
But I'm the Birdman Jr., I could buy that b____.

Verse 4: Trina
The baddest, like y'all ain't know.
See Trina out chillin' where y'all can't go.
That yacht takes me where ever I please,
In the middle of the ocean and get on them jet ski's.
My hair weave is about 5 G's,
All them natural blondes, so jealous of me.
I just giggle when I turn my cheek.
I'm the queen of Miami, yes that's my beach.
I'm so exotic, got diamonds all over my golden body.
I'm never drivin', I'm always ridin', back seat Phantom, Maybak probably.
I miss me with the drama lil' mama.
Already got numbers, now I'm workin' on commas.
I promise, I'm over heated.
I'm hot, I'm fire, I'm so conceited.

Chorus: Remy Ma
See I look to good to be f___ing you ,
And I look too good to be loving you,
You know I look way too good to be stuck with you,
I'm conceited, this the remix.
See, I look too good to be getting with,
And I look too good to be having kids,
'Cause you know, I look way too good to be in the crib,
I'm conceited, this the remix.

Verse 5: Jae Millz
Look, I'm way too fly to be sweatin' you,
And I get too much top to be blessin' you.
You know I'm getting way too much money to be stressin' you.
You's a burden, mami you can fly like Birdman.
See this singer I was layin' on,
She says she love when my broke with my shades is on.
Either the black Gucci's or the tinted D&G's.
Probably why I'm always getting hated on (hell yea).
I'm feelin' myself, why wouldn't I, how couldn't I?
s___ on birds and slores, why shouldn't I?
I'm So So Harlem, throw a stack in your face until you go and get your mirror,
It's a problem.
How you gonna front like ya doobie rap straight,
when your hair f___ed up and your Louis bag fake?
I gotta stunt when I float in the coupe,
to the death stuck on myself like lotion and glue.
Jae Millz!