Rey Mysterio Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli]
Ya dig?
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?

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
One lick, two sticks, three-hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit (Got no time)
Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense (Hunnid rounds)
Hunnid round drum, wettin' up your whole shit (Ayy, Boo-boo)

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Jump in a 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 goddamn Cheerio

[Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli]
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
Ayy, 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: Boobie Lootaveli]
Jump in a 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 goddamn Cheerio

[Verse 3: Boobie 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
Sittin' low in the coupe, gave me high blood pressure
Dip through the block, dodgin' 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 doin' 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 ass an option you don't wanna take, yeah

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Jump in a 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 goddamn Cheerio

[Verse 4: Pouya]
What's the deal? Boobie up the heater like it's wintertime
You ain't talkin' about that cold heart
Well, 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 leavin'
Got no destination or reason either
How the f*ck I fit three hoes in a two-seater?
I'm like a genius, Jesus wearin' Adidas
Underground Underdog can't be defeated
I'm a cult leader, help me feed a bad bitch, beat it, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro: Boobie Lootaveli]
One lick, two sticks, three-hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit
Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense (Hunnid rounds)
Hunnid round drum, wettin' up your whole shit (Ayy, Boo-boo)

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