Rey Mysterio Remix

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 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)