Lyrics: TERROR SQUAD "YEAH YEAH YEAH" (0/1)

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[Remy Martin]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Check it

You see the girl get's it popping like no other

[Verse One: Remy Martin]

Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter

You see the girl get it popping like no other

Now they call me Streets cause I, be on

the block and I'm so gutter

My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game

But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her

but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her

I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I will flip

I'm on some chill shit

But if you fronting then I will flip

I'll give it to a little chick real quick

Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real

You got little tits and your face

You got little tits and your face looks like em mitt till

looks like Emmitt Till

First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal

My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills

My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills

And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood

Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood

smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood

And if I, pollyin' the dick it's got to be good

And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good

I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could

I tell him I could change his life

just like the lottery could

And now I got him good, he believes me and he should

Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would

I know this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out

I know this nigga name,

I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out

Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out

Oh god its Remy Martin

I just cooked in the crib and he still

want to eat it out (Damn!)

Oh God its Remy Martin

In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets

Nigga

Nigga!

[Hook: Remy Martin]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oh god

[Remy]

Oh God!

Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit

Overseas moving key's like a locksmith

[Verse Two: Fat Joe]

Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck

Hot enough swinging Crack, who

All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet

could believe he's in the cockpit

Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago

(cockpit)

I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago

Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)

I got cribs better year estates man

Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)

All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam

Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)

Still niggaz wanna go against crack

I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)

But that's like?, going against Shaq

I got cribs better year estates man (man)

And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)

Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you

Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)

But that's like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)

And that's too much diesel, I got

too much people (people)

Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)

And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip

But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament

But you can find me on the woods

now that's a testament

Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch

Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!

Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick

She got a problem, I can help her with that

Tell her man that she's fuckin' with crack

Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack

Bet he won't do nothin'

Bet he won't do nothin (nope)

Frontin' like he gon' do somethin'

Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)

Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting

Quick to tell you that his whole

crew stunting (talk to him!)

Talk to me, c'mon

[Hook: Remy Martin]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah!

[Fat Joe]

Yeah, feel that right there

Nod your head to this shit right here, that real Hip Hop right there

Nod your head to this shit right here,

It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar

that real hip-hop right there

It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar

Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers

True story, BX Burough

True Story, BX Burough, Uh!

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