1takejay, Remble - Sweet 16 feat. Remble

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Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Wait, hold up, I’m finna turn this bitch up
Bitch, like a party this a sweet sixteen
I’m only here to fuck these niggas up like I’m Tay Keith (Like I’m Tay Keith)
B-R-O-K-E, what that shit mean? (What it mean?)
Time to go to school, like a alarm, I’m finna end dreams
Sweet feet, runnin' past these niggas like I’m Tyreek (Kansas City)
Floyd Mayweather, it be kinda hard to read me
It’s easy, I’m not a imposter, I’m the real thing (Real thing)
Thank you to all these niggas out here tryna be me
She went to Walmart, sent a deposit just to meet me (C'mon)
Ain’t nobody died, but I got this bitch grievin'
She stingy, I want it back, she tryna keep my semen (Give it back)
Take this Plan B, I know you ain’t think you was keepin'
Put your camera up, Nikki Parker, that’s that stalker shit
My phone died, lemme call my mama then delete the pic
Relationship? Never, bitch, it’s more like a entanglement
Got your bitch titties done, it ain’t no more danglin' (They sittin' up)
Bitch, I seen through all the lies just like ripped jeans (I see it all)
Bitch, I ain’t stand in line, you can’t get these
Bitch, my ID was the only place they picture me (The only place they picture me)
Bitch, like a party, this a sweet sixteen
Bitch, I seen through all the lies just like ripped jeans (Who you foolin'?)
Bitch, I ain’t stand in line, you can’t get these
Bitch, my ID was the only place they picture me (The only place they picture me)
Bitch, like a party, this a sweet sixteen
It’s Remble, I’m the one that always keep a gun
Nigga, smokin' opps, I feel 'em in my lungs
Bitch, this bitch got good brain, a high IQ
I don’t write your average raps, I write haikus
Huh, I like this bitch, her butt look like a bubble
She got a double patty like a McDouble
If you don’t got a blue check, I won’t fuck you
I treat my bitches super bad, McLovin'
These bitches poppin' Perks, ew, don’t touch me
I’m in this, feel like Daniel with the
Them swap meet jumpsuits are so dusty
You walk inside designer stores with no money
I’m the one that’s always runnin' to where the bag is at
They ridin' dick now like I’m not the one they was laughin' at
Walk into the party with a chain and I’m snatchin' that
Save the DMs, lil' bro, you can’t have it back
Bitch, I seen through all the lies just like ripped jeans (I see it all)
Bitch, I ain’t stand in line, you can’t get these
Bitch, my ID was the only place they picture me (The only place they picture me)
Bitch, like a party, this a sweet sixteen
Bitch, I seen through all the lies just like ripped jeans (Who you foolin'?)
Bitch, I ain’t stand in line, you can’t get these
Bitch, my ID was the only place they picture me (The only place they picture me)
Bitch, like a party, this a sweet sixteen