Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss) - Remy Ma Lyris

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Song Title: Shether
Artist: Remy Ma
Record Label: EMPIRE
Produced By: UNKNOWN
Released: 2017

[Intro]

Free Remy!

“Word”

You know what? Free Remy!

F**k you, Free Remy!

(Gunshot sounds)

“F**k Nicki Minaj” Are you dumb?

You a pink diamond chicken wing chain “Are you dumb?”

You had a leather beehive on your head “Are you dumb?”

“F**k Nicki Minaj”

Are you forgetting that I pressed you before, b***h?

“F**k Nicki Minaj”

[Hook/Chorus]

“I” F**k with your soul like shETHER

“Will” You ain’t the queen, I’ll show you

“Not” Lipo your a*s and belly

“Lose” I prove you lost already

[Verse]

They told you your whole career I’d come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!

I told you I wasn’t talking about your dumb a*s

It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb a*s

Talking cray, and we all know that you dumb a*s

You get Donkey of the Day, yeah you dumb a*s

Let’s be honest, you stole that line ’bout b*****s being your sons

How you take my ’09 jail tweet and run?

Talking ’bout bringing knives to a fight with guns

When the only shot you ever took was in your buns

And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your a*s dropped

He couldn’t f**k you for three months because your a*s dropped

Now I don’t think y’all understand how bad her a*s got

The implants that she had put in her a*s popped

I was like, “Da*n, 90 days and you couldn’t have box?

Did she at least compensate?, start giving you mad top?

Her name Minaj, right? She ain’t throw you some bad thots?”

He said “Nah,” that’s when I knew you was really a trash bop

You was screaming “Free Remy” when I was upstate doomed

But now that they freed Remy, you don’t sing the same tune

Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves

Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens

Daily News, “Her Career’s Over,” “She Was Kinda Stupid,”

But you saw a opportunity ’cause you a opportunist

Left your Day 1 ’cause you heard he was on some cheat s**t

Then got with the dude that told you on some creep s**t

But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G s**t

Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?

And we all know it was a beef that you started

Pillow-talking out of your a*s, this b***h retarded

Now you gotta die, you dearly departed

Blood bath when I catch you, a real red carpet!

Now what I’ma do, I’ma just stick to the facts

B***h so scared of my future, got this b***h going backwards

Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie

Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?

After he said you sucked his d*k, you back with Gucci?

Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie

And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap

The whole industry know that your s**t is a wrap

No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can’t have a ghostwriter

And that’s why this is my house, Flo Rida!

N****s done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning

And since your first boyfriend left, b***h ain’t winning

You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I’m sorry

You can’t get her online with out Safaree!

Mentioning guns, you P***y Galore, James Bond

Only time you touch a trigga is when you f****d Trey Songz

Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro

I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes

They gassing you up, but you been on E, though

Pills and Potions, yep, you been on E, h*e

Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit

Rem Belushi, I’m a Ghostbuster, b***h

I’m supposed to be scared ’cause you bought your Barbie chain back?

I’ll revert to “Ante Up,” you’ll get your Barbie chain yapped

Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach

Show you how to use your name, you be using your name wack

I’m saying, how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?

I’ma park this b***h, put Nicki in the garage

I’m getting money like Nicky Barnes, I’m the big homie

I responded in less than 48 hours, Nick Nolte!

Getting close like Nick Jonas, gripping the gauge

Then blaze off, Face Off, b***h, Nicolas Cage!

You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, b***h!

Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick!

Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won’t understand it

I’m Wild’n Out, bout to hit Nick with the Cannon

How are you on the VMAs acting like you hood?

Way across the stage, talking ’bout “Miley, what’s good?”

That’s Hannah Montana, she was always happy!

You only fronted on Mariah ’cause Mariah don’t carry

Tried to disrespect Taylor ’cause Taylor wasn’t Swift enough

Pillsbury Doughgirl, Remy pick the biscuit up

I’m jealous? B***h, you was happy when they took me

Best thing that ever happened to you? was when they booked me

You said you never f****d Wayne, how stupid I look, B?

Get the picture, I’ll expose you, I’m kind of a bully!

You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie

‘Cause you was sucking his d**k and now he tired of your nookie

You claimed you never f****d Drake, now that’s where you took me

You f****d the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie?

Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie

To let you know…real b*****s never lie on their p***y!

And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal

Through Young Money through Cash Money through Republic

Which means your money go through five n****s before you touch it

Any videos, promotions come out of your budget

Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-f**k it

You make, like, 35 cents off of each ducket

I own my masters, b***h, independent!

So for every sale I do, you gotta do, like, ten

Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him

You a m***********g worker, not a boss like Rem!

You’re done, them pop chicks ain’t get the news yet

B***h, I pop chicks, yeah, and I’m the new Vette!

I kill rappers, and you good as dead, b***h

Talking s**t about me to a deaf b***h

And usually I have sympathy for the impaired

But not when you hard to hear me from untreated gonorrhea

But you point your fingers at me?

I’m the bad girl and she the one out here misleading the black girls

All these fake asses influenced by that girl

Dying from body surgeries, what a sad world

But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob

Sucking cock for records, captain of the cum squad

And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz

Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj

You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul

How you spend money to support a pedophile?

He a walking dead man, sending threats to him

I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken

Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick

Why you ain’t help your bro hide his come from (?)

You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick

Thought you could f**k with me, by far Rem sick

Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants

We call that Jelani, get it, semen in your pants!

Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers

Yeah, you must think you Drake and I’m Twitter fingers

VH1, watch this

You just got bodied by a “Love & Hip-Hop” b***h!

[Outro]

Don’t ever in your f*****g life play with me

That’s on the set!

You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record

You tried it on your little freestyle

They was both duds, just like every other one was duds, just like this last one was a dud

But what you NOT gonna do is keep subbing me!

Pun!

I send a f*****g headshot, you DEAD, b***h!

I will not lose!

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