Lyrics Rey Mysterio Remix - Pouya , Boobie Lootaveli
Ya
dig?
Will
Snow
on
the
beat
bitch
Lil
Harsh,
Boobie
Lootaveli
aka
Lil
Baby
Bogota
Mr
Color
Coordination,
the
Fat
Fabio
Tiburon
Durado,
Caramel
Dynamite
The
Tan
Jason
Statham,
Speedboat
Randy
Life
on
our
terms,
Lil
Harsh,
ya
dig?
One
lick,
two
sticks,
three
hit,
four
clips
I
ain't
got
time
to
be
dealing
with
no
ho
shit
(Got
no
time)
Hunnit
round
drum
and
it
speaking
no
sense
(Hunnit
rounds)
Hunnit
round
drum,
wetting
up
your
whole
shit
(Ay,
Boo-boo)
Jump
in
the
coupe,
candy
yam
interior
Throw
the
mask
on
like
I'm
Rey
Mysterio
Pull
up
to
your
block
ho,
what's
your
dealio?
Circle
got
small
like
a
God
damn
Cheerio
Raise
the
price
up,
you
don't
know
no
better
Ice
cold,
neck
froze,
need
about
four
sweaters
She
a
big
dick
eater,
well
known
go
getter
I
splash
on
the
bitch,
big
white
girl
stepper
(Damn)
Walk
in
the
trap,
turn
the
wifi
on
Turn
the
lights
down
low,
totin'
pipes
and
poles
And
her
waist
real
small,
but
her
ass
on
swole
I
don't
preach
no
game
'cause
it's
sold
not
told
Shout
out
to
the
gang,
we
ain't
saying
names,
yeah
I
was
somewhere
up
the
road
in
a
paper
plane,
yeah
Keep
your
mind
on
a
swivel
when
you
making
plays,
yeah
'Fore
the
feds
take
you
somewhere
you
don't
wanna
stay,
yeah
Jump
in
the
coupe,
candy
yam
interior
Throw
the
mask
on
like
I'm
Rey
Mysterio
Pull
up
to
your
block
ho,
what's
your
dealio?
Circle
got
small
like
a
God
damn
Cheerio
Hands
to
yourself,
don't
touch
my
leather
Good
drink,
big
cups,
.44,
cold
weather
Drop
a
cool
six
zips,
I
don't
think
I
measure
Sitting
low
in
the
coupe,
gave
me
high
blood
pressure
Dip
through
the
block,
dodging
cops
'round
shit
I
maneuver
through
the
field
like
my
name
Mike
Vick
Sell
pale
when
I
wake,
then
I
load
my
stick
I'm
not
doing
so
bad
for
a
fucked
up
spic
Go
and
get
your
cake,
this
is
not
a
race,
yeah
Don't
be
sorry,
ho
be
careful,
get
up
out
my
face,
yeah
Don't
be
talking
to
them
people
when
they
at
your
place,
yeah
They
gon'
give
your
ass
an
option
you
don't
wanna
take,
yeah
Jump
in
the
coupe,
candy
yam
interior
Throw
the
mask
on
like
I'm
Rey
Mysterio
Pull
up
to
your
block
ho,
what's
your
dealio?
Circle
got
small
like
a
God
damn
Cheerio
What's
the
deal?
Boobie
up
the
heater
like
it's
winter
time
You
ain't
talking
about
that
cold
heart
But
that's
a
waste
of
my
clout
Demons
are
waste
of
my
I
just
faced
to
whatever
the
fuck
you
gave
me
Now
I'm
wasted
now
Give
me
the
keys
I'm
leaving
Got
no
destination
or
reason
neither
How
the
fuck
I
fit
three
hoes
in
a
two
seater?
I'm
like
a
genius,
Jesus
wearing
Adidas
Underground
underdog
can't
be
defeated
I'm
a
cult
leader,
help
me
feed
a
bad
bitch,
beat
it,
yeah
(Yeah)
One
lick,
two
sticks,
three
hit,
four
clips
I
ain't
got
time
to
be
dealing
with
no
ho
shit
Hunnit
round
drum
and
it
speaking
no
sense
(Hunnit
rounds)
Hunnit
round
drum,
wettin'
up
your
whole
shit
(Ay,
Boo-boo)
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