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sir abe - 2000 lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: 5starss & sir abe]
yeah, no i cannot stop b+tch i’m going, going
yeah, had to chase the bag, i saw motion, motion
now i’m sipping on my drank, on that purple potion
woah, woah
cannot let go, go
money gon’ come, [?] 2000, i made it on my own
i cannot let it go, my baby come on post
i’m sipping on the low
revenge story is what we on, woah
2000 on them checks
2000 on my wrist
2000 on my neck
i’m flying out yo’ b+tch and she gon’ give me neck (okay!)
i sip up on my tris
i’on give a f+ck ’bout sh+t
me and abe rockin’ it
i cannot give ’em sh+t
i had to pull the clip and now she missing it
me and abe don’t miss
if he talking down on c.o.b. we throwing fists (okay)

[verse 2: sir abe]
huh, huh, please hop off my d+ck
i say, “been coming outside”, wonder where they been
we gon’ spin again
shoot thеm sticks out the benz
i get highеr then a b+tch
i can’t do that dating stuff but me and you should still be friends
huh, huh, i’m cash only to the end
pick her up in a five star benz
cannot let ’em know which car i’m in
’cause they might try to slide but i don’t fear my life i fear for theirs
but ya’ already know so there ain’t no f+cking need to pretend
2000, oh, what i spend on amiri jeans
bring that ‘lil hoe up, ’cause she been askin’, ’cause she a fiend
and she gon’ come ’round my side, she on team teen
i been off that per+er+erc, i been geekin+
[part ii]

[intro: sir abe]
(808 mafia)
gang, gang, yuh, okay
ay, n+ggas talkin’ sh+t sweet like+
uh+huh, hah

[verse: sir abe]
me and you is not the same (gang)
every song i make, it hit, you makin’ throwaways
shorty in the trap, she shakin’ ass like her name coi leray
bro want me to pick you up? i can’t
’cause i got a special day
me and my brother we finna go after them
i’m getting rich, put the racks on my dinner plate (okay)
he ain’t get no motion
n+gga i’m a shark and in my world you in my ocean
got my glock, forever totin’
sh+t got weed, that sh+t be potent, uh
them n+ggas be [?]
yo’ shorty f+cked both of us
popping a perc in the stu’, i’m spazzin’
that just be making me [?]
them n+ggas said they was gon’ shoot, it was [?]
yes i stay with the soldiers
bite back like cobra
[?] this sh+t getting colder
she talkin’ crazy, b+tch i f+ck her
big rolls, big diamonds like boulders
huh, i got money all inside my mind (okay)
but amiri, it’s all on my jeans (my jeans)
‘lil shorty [?] every time (time)
but fo’sho i’ma leave her on the scene (scene)
a [?] on my wrist like a dime (okay)
i’ma get some diamonds for the team (the team)
calling me broke? you kidding me?
be real with me (okay)
choppa a hunnid and the b+tch, yeah, they love to f+ck
i look out my gun, she said she down to f+ck some n+ggas up
so they dropped the addy and we slid, yeah, we gon’ get it done
they die, now they block the motherf+ckin’ gravesite
[?]
i feel like rigby
’cause i get so high
crashing the bentley
choppa gon’ sing like it’s houston, whitney
makin’ ’em dance, he gettin’ jiggy
b+tch ass n+gga i don’t want yo’ pity
and we shooting at many men, act like 50
and b+tch i ain’t missing you i ain’t p. diddy
i’ma pull up my plugs and pull up my city

- sir abe lyrics

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