lil blade - rey mysterio lyrics
[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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