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rey mysterio (remix) - pouya & boobie lootaveli lyrics

[intro: b–bie lootaveli]
ya dig?
will snow on the beat b-tch
lil harsh, b–bie 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)

[chorus: b–bie lootaveli]
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 d-mn cheerio

[verse 1: b–bie lootaveli]
raise the price up, you don’t know no better
ice cold, neck froze, need about four sweaters
she a big d-ck eater, well known go getter
i splash on the b-tch, big white girl stepper (d-mn)
walk in the trap, turn the wifi on
turn the lights down low, totin’ pipes and poles
and her waist real small, but her -ss 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

[chorus: b–bie lootaveli]
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 d-mn cheerio

[verse 2: b–bie lootaveli]
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 f-cked 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 -ss an option you don’t wanna take, yeah

[chorus: b–bie lootaveli]
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 d-mn cheerio

[verse 3: pouya]
what’s the deal?
b–bie 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 f-ck you gave me
now i’m wasted now
give me the keys i’m leaving
got no destination or reason neither
how the f-ck i fit three hoes in a two seater?
i’m like a g*nius, jesus wearing adidas
underground underdog can’t be defeated
i’m a cult leader, help me feed a bad b-tch, beat it, yeah (yeah)

[outro]
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)

- pouya boobie lootaveli lyrics

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