Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
F*cked around and caught a bad one
Now you riding cap cuz you never had none
Handing out ya shit like it's gum
You can't even chase a check how you finna make a run?
I was on my own in the slums
Beating on doors like a drum
Waking up bright with the sun
Never holding breath for a crumb
Nigga you dumb?
Im guessing that you might be though
Pressed for press and unimpressive hoes
With picture perfect Kama sutra pose
She spent her last on ass and painted toes
Could never be me
I Came from the rags
Now I want the bag
I want the land
I want the man to free my mans
Got him locked up cuz he sold a couple grams just to feed his grams
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
I want the whole bag or it's none
Ain't finna break sweat for a dub
I Stand alone f*ck a club
Secure as my wig, I'm snug
I run, amuck
Unplugged, the plug
Re-upped, for fun
Bought myself a trophy to say that I won
Just call me a don or call me the bomb
Tick tick
Surprise surprise yeah I'm thick thick
I'm walking by so don't drip slip or dick trip
You couldn't compete
The shoes on my feet got more sole than you
Broccoli is my teeth got more green than you
I been wishing all day that these niggas knew
What we could do
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
Mindy - The Remedy Lyrics
Mindy - The Remedy Lyrics
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Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
F*cked around and caught a bad one
Now you riding cap cuz you never had none
Handing out ya shit like it's gum
You can't even chase a check how you finna make a run?
I was on my own in the slums
Beating on doors like a drum
Waking up bright with the sun
Never holding breath for a crumb
Nigga you dumb?
Im guessing that you might be though
Pressed for press and unimpressive hoes
With picture perfect Kama sutra pose
She spent her last on ass and painted toes
Could never be me
I Came from the rags
Now I want the bag
I want the land
I want the man to free my mans
Got him locked up cuz he sold a couple grams just to feed his grams
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
I want the whole bag or it's none
Ain't finna break sweat for a dub
I Stand alone f*ck a club
Secure as my wig, I'm snug
I run, amuck
Unplugged, the plug
Re-upped, for fun
Bought myself a trophy to say that I won
Just call me a don or call me the bomb
Tick tick
Surprise surprise yeah I'm thick thick
I'm walking by so don't drip slip or dick trip
You couldn't compete
The shoes on my feet got more sole than you
Broccoli is my teeth got more green than you
I been wishing all day that these niggas knew
What we could do
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
F*cked around and caught a bad one
Now you riding cap cuz you never had none
Handing out ya shit like it's gum
You can't even chase a check how you finna make a run?
I was on my own in the slums
Beating on doors like a drum
Waking up bright with the sun
Never holding breath for a crumb
Nigga you dumb?
Im guessing that you might be though
Pressed for press and unimpressive hoes
With picture perfect Kama sutra pose
She spent her last on ass and painted toes
Could never be me
I Came from the rags
Now I want the bag
I want the land
I want the man to free my mans
Got him locked up cuz he sold a couple grams just to feed his grams
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
I want the whole bag or it's none
Ain't finna break sweat for a dub
I Stand alone f*ck a club
Secure as my wig, I'm snug
I run, amuck
Unplugged, the plug
Re-upped, for fun
Bought myself a trophy to say that I won
Just call me a don or call me the bomb
Tick tick
Surprise surprise yeah I'm thick thick
I'm walking by so don't drip slip or dick trip
You couldn't compete
The shoes on my feet got more sole than you
Broccoli is my teeth got more green than you
I been wishing all day that these niggas knew
What we could do
Cold shit
I got the remedy break a cold quick
When the shit cock back need a cold grip
Hittin only head shots when my prose hit
Grade A shit
He working for the Pink
Dae dae shit
Leaky faucet
Got constant drip
Could give a f*ck about what you think
Fought my way up off the self
It's just me myself
Won't buy into what you sell
Don't need nothing else
Writer: Amanda Jolicoeur-Louis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid