Remy Boyz - Chipotle lyrics

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Remy Boyz - Chipotle lyrics

[Intro: Montana Bucks] Uhh, Montana, Fetty Cash P-Dice, Remy Boyz, 1738 [Hook: Montana Bucks] [2x] I met my connect up in Chipotle Remy Boyz, back to back in Dolce Gabbana, that's designer Remy Boyz all about them commas [Verse 1: Montana Bucks] I met my connect up in Chipotle Smoking on this dope, I let it rotate I swear these n***as so fake Got a bad b**h, she go both ways She Madonna or Rihanna And I even let her hit the ganja I remember when she used to drive the Honda Got a Spanish b**h, her name Yolanda I let her s** my dick, I'm like mañana I pull up in that motherf**ing Tonka Your b**h looking at me like she want a sponsor She pulling down my pants like you a monster, let's go [Hook] [Verse 2: Fetty Wap] I met my connect up in Chipotle I re-up a hundred times every four days f** the block, started trapping out the hallways b**h, I just want the top, f** a foreplay I'm with three b**hes, you know I'm coming I took these b**hes to the carpet and we all f**ing And all these b**hes jumps, I just connect the wires And I just rolled the 32nd, cannot find my lighter And I'll shoot your a** quick boy, I ain't tryna fight ya And how you know she s** my dick and then go f**ing wife her? He said I never met the plug, it almost had me crying He said I never sold a drug, it almost had me dying, squad! [Hook] [Verse 3: P-Dice] I met my connect in Chipotle and I peace from being down Bout the heffas and c**aine while we feasting, we in town Puffing up on the marijuan, run up and get paralyzed Selling hot and you're hearing it, you don't act like you hearing nah Balling we made it it, man your last sh** I hated it You ain't lasting, that's common fact We the best, let's remind them that Treat your b**h to a [?] and she ask where the condom at Treat your b**h to a [?] and she ask where the condom at n***a trust me I'm weeded as hell, so high that Jesus could tell I cash any, pa** me the weight, I'm out 'fore I finish my plate Trust me I'm weeded as hell, so high that Jesus could tell I cash any, pa** me the weight, I'm out 'fore I finish my plate [Hook]

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