679 (feat. Monty)

Yeah, baby, 17 (RemyBoy Lifestyle) Ayy, ayy, look Baby girl, you so damn fine, though (yeah, baby) I'm tryin' know if I could hit it from behind, though I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine, though (Remy Boyz) And when it's over, I press rewind, though, ayy (yeah) You talkin' bands, girl, I got it Benjamins all in my pocket I traded in my Trues for some Robins He playyin' Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38, ayy I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine (yeah, baby) She walk past, I press rewind (yeah, baby) To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us (they know us) All fast money, no slow bucks (yeah, baby) No one can control us Ayy, Yeah, baby (uh, yeah, Monty) Tell me what you see Is it money or it's me? I smoke 20, smell the... I got hunnies in my V (yeah, baby) They like, "Monty, can you be my baby daddy?" I'm like "Yeah" (yeah) I got Robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair (ayy, ayy) All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere (Remy Boyz) And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere (Monty, let's go) Now go sayy some' (ayy) Don't you niggas playy dumb (yeah) You know where we came from You 'on't want sauce, no A1 I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine) Wonder when she'll be mine (woo) She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ayy, yeah, baby Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine She ain't nothin' like 'em bimbos If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up herre Blowin', pluck it out the window DJ playyin', press rewind, got her singin' every time Take a high note for me, girlfriend Got my city lookin' rude, I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon But I think I need a girlfriend She feelin' great as I'm talkin' to her She a RemyGirl so I'm gon' pursue her I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on Thousand dollars when I get my tip on I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh my I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine) Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us (Remy Boyz, yeah) All fast money, no slow bucks (all fast money) No one can control us (no one can control us) Ayy, yeah, baby ZooWap, Monty ZooWap, Dicey Yeah, baby, Remy Boyz Yeah, yeah

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