Another One Lyrics - Remy Ma

Funkmaster Flex night 

Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex 

Remy, not another one 

Why? 

Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again 

Rem! 

I guess you know now who the head bitch is 

I'm a savage, I be killin' dead bitches 

I bet you wish that you ain't never said shit 

Now they so busy shootin' videos and I'm like nah 

Where the fuck is your song? I mean, come on 

You know the pub want some bars, I'm Remy Ma 

Güerito, I ain't sparrin' with you bozos 

My raps too hard and you Miguel Cotto, uh 

I swear to God, this chick a real fraud 

Bet you wonderin' how I know your problems? 

It's a lot of people that you really bothered 

They was sellin' footage and you know I bought it 

This ain't a little L, wait, wait 

You took a Big L, you diggin' in the crates, yeah 

I put you on the bench, you really press 

She was absent, an automatic F 

Waited four days, ma, where you been? 

I came here in the 'Rari playin' Lil' Kim 

Don't know what made you think that you could fuck with Rem 

But I guess this is what I gotta do to make ya spit 

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Already took a L, now you got another one 

I secure the bag, now I got another one 

I caught the W, now I got another one 

Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? 

(Another one) 

Already took a L, now you got another one 

I secure the bag, now I got another one 

I caught the W, now I got another one 

Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? 

(Another one) 

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Heard you callin' everyone 

Now call 'em back, 'cause I got another one 

Heard you was kiddin', sayin' I ain't havin' none 

But that's okay baby, 'cause now you my son 

They like, "Yo, Rem go in again" 

My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen 

You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe 

I kick a dead horse till it don't move 

Don't come around me, now I got the crown, see 

I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey 

The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B 

I better not ever hear you say anything about me 

I came from behind bars like a bottle girl 

No candy bars, I raise the bar, I'm like a bodybuild 

All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie 

Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty 

Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that? 

When it's dark and hell is hot, I'll DM your ex 

Sittin' here now like, "Who I'ma DM next?" 

I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr 

Get at me dog, DMX 

And I'm waitin' for a bitch to talk outta her neck 

'Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts 

Already took a L, now you got another one 

I secure the bag, now I got another one 

I caught the W, now I got another one 

Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? 

(Another one) 

Already took a L, now you got another one 

I secure the bag, now I got another one 

I caught the W, now I got another one 

Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? 

(Another one)