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Rey Mysterio
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(It's a Wayne beat) Hold on I just pulled up with dogsh*t, look like hogsh*t I just shoot my shot from the three, it was all wrist I just hit her on my tippy-toes, she a tall b*t*h I probably got your b*t*h number on my call list Make your b*t*h wait for two hours, on my stall sh*t Keep a shotgun behind the counter, on my Paw sh*t Cross a n***a up like I'm Chris, on my Paul sh*t Hah, why you do that, Jay? B*t*h let me f**k because I'm, yeah, 'cause I'm the Coochie Man Hah Walked in with my coochie friends, it's a coochie group B*t*h, I don't wanna get no head, what that coochie do? Ooh-ah I'll get to growlin' in this b*t*h like a lion do .223s make your car stop like a siren do B*t*h, your eye keep twitchin', who you lyin' to? You ain't know I had a record label? Who you signin' to? When I'm in the kitchen, I be cookin', think I'm fryin' food I don't tak? pictures, when I shoot, I need a stabilizer How you hit th? road with no money? You can't pay a driver I'll tie a pu**y n***a up with a cable wire I just got into it with my lil' b*t*h 'cause I came inside her I'ma pull up in a long white van like a cable driver We really bite, we don't bark, you an ankle-biter Tryna redecorate my new crib, I went table shoppin' Ain't been on Big Beaver in a minute, I'm on Maple shoppin' Yeah, you know I had to hit Revive Drop thirty shots and spin around, see if he still alive I got tremendous aim with the Glock, I can hit a fly Hit a lame n***a in the top with the chop, he got his skillet fried I'll get to poppin' everywhere like when chicken fryin' The plug just threw me one bird, it's a chicken flyin' Baby, stop tryna touch my d**k, four-nickel by it Grab the best pot out granny kitchen, drop a zip inside it F**kin' this b*t*h real good, you see my hip providin' Seventeen in each pocket, you see a brick divided I ain't prepare to hit the n***a in his head, I had to improvise This is my 2020 'Lac, this is not Enterprise's I might drop an AMG truck and let my b*t*h drive it Whip my d**k out in the dark, let my b*t*h find it My b*t*h cheated, I wasn't trippin', uh-uh, uh-uh My b*t*h cheatin', I wasn't, uh My b*t*h cheated, I wasn't trippin', but she poured my drank out, I was finna fight her I done f**ked every b*t*h in Michigan 'cause I trick sometimes I don't wanna f**k when I'm off lean 'cause I get tired Light a n***a up, one strike, that's a big lighter I really like to break down, but I sold a brick one time Cars just came in the mail from the 619 Shot two hoes fightin' at the club, the big one died Asked me why I drink a lot of cough syrup, 'cause I be sick sometimes I ain't never sold no (Ah) I ain't never sold no (Roof), but I sold a pill one time I don't know Rey Mysterio, but I'ma 619 I need to buy a Rolex 'cause I forget my time I can't forget my iron, iron (Hah) Alright, yeah I don't got on wrinkled clothes, I can't forget my iron I can't leave my people at the bottom, can't forget my tribe B*t*h asked me what's my zodiac? Don't forget my sign Funny as hell talkin' to my b*t*h, I forget my lie Yeah, let me tell you Alright, mult**ask when I went in, when I went Alright, mult**ask when I, ah I could roll I could roll a blunt Alright, watch this I could roll a blunt, text my b*t*h, drive, and shoot the stick Take the pill, R disturb her peace, no Ludacris I just took a bougie b*t*h to Bucharest You probably hit me up last night, but I ain't see the text My jeweler said I can't get another chain 'cause he need some rest Ah, let me up, I need to stretch F**k her with my gun in my hand, havin' evil sex F**k, her, yeah Her bad-a** son touched my Palm Angels shirt, now I got Cheeto prints Yeah Burn the scene up after I bust, they ain't see no prints, man And I'll throw a? ball on my Tebow sh*t, alright F**k around and have to? the pizza man, on my T.O. sh*t, ooh And I'll drop a n***a every Tuesday, on my P.O. sh*t, n***a, yeah And I got my chain from Golden Sun, let me see your sh*t Yeah, and thirty racks for the watch, let me see your wrist, yeah N***a, and I only drink Wock', you can keep your Tris, yeah And just sent me ten lines of that, you can keep your six, alright Y'all n***as don't be on sh*t, yeah
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