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rey mysterio - lil blade lyrics

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[intro: lil blade]
(good lookin’, dnell)
yeah, you know what it is, n*gga
ayy, scoot, how long we’ve been doin’ this sh*t? n*gga, since high school, n*gga?
gon’ ‘head, talk head to these lil’ n*ggas

[verse 1: longmoneyscoot & lil blade]
i was born to get some money, sh*t was set in stone
just did twenty in the mask, rey mysterio
them ar bullets at the range look like cheerios
but if it hit a n*gga arm, look like a missile blow
i came up doin’ wrong like i got tricked these
lil’ cuz active, catchin’ jacks on his ten speed
my ‘bow plug in the bay where the pimps be
spent five b*tches every linе, think i’m pimp c
i just rap it how i live it, never braggin’, n*gga
got thirty shots at all timеs, f*ck lackin’, n*gga
a bunch of bosses in the clique, ain’t no captors, n*gga
that sh*t crazy, use they eye to pass caption, n*gga
they went missin’ in the store, we made it shine again
i locked in with my brothers, said f*ck my friends
i’m sharin’ hoes with my n*ggas and i show the benz
the head’s lookin’ ’round for me, ain’t posted to tapin’ in
i go crazy ’bout the bucks, foreign beast just giannis
i got ninety*nine already, b*tch, don’t call me ’bout no problems
old head a retired stepper, keep his nine like iguodala
i’m the king up at apple, that’s my sh*t, feel like wakanda (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: lil blade]
fifty souls in an hour, hustle ‘fore i take a shower
i’m admire out here, f*ck s*x, go some b*tches, i got power
n*ggas thought that i was finished, but he must be off that powder
but how i’m ’bout to ball on these n*ggas, i ain’t certain
you know me, prada hat to match the prada sneaks
i done touched a lot of cheese, i know my daddy proud of me
b*tch met me, feelin’ like she hit the lottery
if you ain’t got no motion, sorry, baby, you can’t talk to me
yeah, i need five digits, wanna see blade
my cuz from the east play with kis, call him c major
my b*tch from the west bustin’ checks, she my new banker
young n*gga, b*tch, i ball hard like i’m g baby
yeah, monogram louie like my belt tatted
my ho got a new n*gga, but i’m still smackin’
this twenty*three, n*ggas still cappin’
i’m still rappin’, catchin’ plays like phil jackson, i’m still stackin’
westside n*gga f*ckin’ eastside b*tches
7 mile, syracuse, i’m on the east side with it
got my hands in everything, what you need? i can get it
yeah, i rap, act, trap, sell packs, come f*ck with me, n*gga
(good lookin’, dnell)

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