K9 Phill - Remy Flow

Yeah
This my hangover flow
K9

Last night i was off the Remy
Had to switch it up i always do the henny
She can be a dime still wouldnt get a penny
How these hoes act they could win an Emmy
I just push a button and my top drop
My first 100 made me pop lock
Im Benihanas with the chop chop
If you want smoke we can hotbox
Still selling loads i need a hotshot
You can come and get it like a hot plate
The syrup i sip not for hot cakes
My ice water let me hydrate
Cant hate a nigga hate his mind state
But you gotta feel me like a blind date
Bad bitches love my feng shui
So they treat a nigga like an entree

Man im getting to it
I know that they hate that im winning
But somebody had to come do it
I was just broke going through it
Now im in a vette going stupid
She giving me brain and its stupid
I Love It
I give em' drip and they love it
I show my ass out in public
I let the money talk for me
Now they wanna switch up the subject
Im clearly up out of ya budget
You cannot fuck with a real one
Reach for my neck im a kill some
Know im balling like Spalding
Better yet like Wilson
Tell her meet me up at the Hilton
Ima beat it up like a villian
Have her legs stretched to the ceiling
She told me she love me im Chillin
Yeah
Know what is it when im talking my nigga
So shut the fuck up when im talking my nigga
Cause I dont really do much talking my nigga
I give em' the word and gang off a lil nigga
You acting hard boy you soft lil nigga
Im all in her neck like a cough lil nigga
Im rich forever Rick Ross my nigga
Show you how to shake back from a lose my nigga

Last night i was off the Remy
Had to switch it up i always do the henny
She can be a dime still wouldnt get a penny
How these hoes act they could win an Emmy
I just push a button and my top drop
My first 100 made me pop lock
Im Benihanas with the chop chop
If you want smoke we can hotbox
Selling loads i need a hotshot
You can come and get it like a hot plate
The syrup i sip not for hot cakes
My ice water let me hydrate
Cant hate a nigga hate his mind state
But you gotta feel me like a blind date
Bad bitches love my feng shui
So they treat a nigga like an entree

Written by:
Phillip Hickman

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