Watch the official music video for “Rem The Pen” by Remy Ma, now featured on RapStarVidz. Check out the visuals above, then scroll down to learn more about the release.
Stream/Buy the “Alimony” here: lnk.site/1/alimony
Remy Ma – Rem The Pen lyrics:
All hail to the Queen, the Queen
All hail to the Queen, we must
All hail to the Queen, the Queen
All hail to the Queen, it’s her name
All hail to the Queen
Remy, Remy, Remy, Remy Ma
Remy, Remy, Remy, Remy Ma
Rem The Pen
(Browz, we got another one)
It’s like as soon as I got on my feet they start hatin’
Low fish was up Schitt’s Creek and wanna start baitin’
All y’all bitches was parking spots vacant
I’m the plug that got it sparked, now the spots taken
I really get on these beats and start skatin’
Flow nasty, voice raspy, but it’s not Jason
Was a fan, now you asking for heat, and it’s heart breakin’
Y’all gon’ really make me kill this bitch
You ever wake up in the middle of the night and your heart racin’?
Check all the windows and doors and you start pacin’
Palms all sweaty, arms start shakin’
Walkin’ through the crib in the dark half naked
Take a mental note of everything in the safe
Just got upstairs but swear you heard somethin’ in the basement
I’m that type paranoid, I shoot ghosts
I shot my shadow by accident ’cause it was too close
Who they sent to prison, said I clapped somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be with them niggas that a’ yap somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be sunnin’ bitches and a’ slap somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be wipin’ niggas and a’- somethin’ up? (Nigga, me)
Who was down seven winters and six summers? (Nigga, me)
Came home all the way up and did numbers (me)
I’ll dust you bitches, I don’t trust you bitches
With Eazy-E dick I wouldn’t f*ck you bitches
I rock with La, Moni Light and Missy M
Tierra, Brat, Digga, Cardi and Lil’ Kim
Me and Nicki’ll probably never speak again
But even that bitch told y’all I got a pen
And you not black-balled, bitch, you just not Rem
You can’t pop shit and try to hang with my friends
Dumb Bitch 101, I’m one and done
No I’m one of one, you one of none
You so young and dumb, and full of cum
Y’all both pussy, pussy, buns and buns
I don’t care ’bout smoke, if it comes it comes
‘Cause I got guns on guns on guns on guns
And you know it rhymes with goners? Mourners
These bitches gonna have to hold hands and call it a four corners
I’m in God mode mindset, yeah
Big fine shit, in real life I’m lit
You just doing shit for content
Who they sent to prison, said I clapped somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be with them niggas that a’ yap somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be sunnin’ bitches and a’ slap somethin’ up? (Me)
Who be wipin’ niggas and a’- somethin’ up? (Nigga, me)
Who was down seven winters and six summers? (Nigga, me)
Came home all the way up and did numbers (me)
I’ll dust you bitches, I don’t trust you bitches
With Eazy-E dick I wouldn’t f*ck you bitches
