Maury Mayne – REMEDY Lyrics
Artist: Maury Mayne
Song: REMEDY
Ah-ah-ah, I got the remedy
I got the remedy
Aye, aye
I got the remedy
Don’t hesitate they run the fake they ain’t no friend to me
Dey more like friendemies
Sending out headshots to my enemies
That b#tch gone pull her breast out while she f#ckin’ me
Okay doe, that’s why we stay low
We show up we shootin’ like tornados
We back to back, we up dem gats, just like we running track
They f#ck it up, we running up, like where the money at
Return of the Mack
We rollin’-rollin’-rollin’ looking like we Chinese
We be trolling, when they talking sh#t about me
A rollercoaster hold up, we rollin’ through Minnesota
And that’s another hold up, she holdin’ onto my shoulders
We only getting older, we crush ya like a bolder
We make dem n#gg#s fold, we out here in the cold
Xoxo, she sendin’ emoji’s
She tryna emote, she claim she emo
Hella weed though
And that’s that Maury kush, you smell it on my people
Jump in the Evo
We make a leaf blow, just like I’m Young Dro
Just like I’m Young Eek, I’ma OG
b#tches know me
I know she got a boyfriend, but she in love with me
And She gone melt in my hand er time I speak
I turn her on like a fan, now she blowin’ me
As if she owe me
I got the remedy
Don’t hesitate they run the fake they ain’t no friend to me
Dey more like friendemies
Sending out headshots to my enemies
That b#tch gone pull her breast out while she f#ckin’ me
Okay doe, that’s why we stay low
We show up we shootin’ like tornados
We back to back, we up dem gats, just like we running track
They f#ck it up, we running up, like where the money at
Return of the Mack
Not surprised when she tried to deceive me
Not surprised she alone she conceited
She only mad cause she know I don’t need it
She hit my line, now she crying, like she need it
Want me like Michael Jackson, beat it
She complimented jacket, neat yeah
Like b#tch I know that you acting, secrets
Like Maury not a Mack for no reason
b#tch good-luck, give two f#cks
Hop out of truck, b#tch wanna f#ck
I double down, she double up
She can’t ,what, she can’t love
She get turnt down as I get turnt up
She see the shoes on my feet match my fedora
I’m like the motherf#ckin’ map, don’t need no Dora
I hit the, do not disturb and call it tough love
I got the
I got the remedy
Don’t hesitate they run the fake they ain’t no friend to me
Dey more like friendemies
Sending out headshots to my enemies
That b#tch gone pull her breast out while she f#ckin’ me
Okay doe, that’s why we stay low
We show up we shootin’ like tornados
We back to back, we up dem gats, just like we running track
They f#ck it up, we running up, like where the money at
Return of the Mack
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
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Release Year: 2012