Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rey Mysterio, artist - Boobie Lootaveli. Date of issue: 21.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rey Mysterio |
| Ya dig? |
| Will Snow on the beat bitch |
| Lil Harse, Boobie Lootaveli AKA Lil Baby Bogota |
| Mr. Color Coordination, The Fat Fabio, El Tiburon Dorado |
| Caramel Dynamite, The Tan Jason Statham, Speedboat Randy |
| Life On Our terms, Lil Harse, ya dig? |
| One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips |
| I ain’t got time to be dealing with no hoe shit |
| Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense |
| Hunnit round drum, wetting up your whole shit |
| Jump in the coupe candy yam interior |
| Throw the mask on like I’m Rey Mysterio |
| Pull up to your block hoe, 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 |
| 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 plate, yeah |
| Keep your mind on a swivel when you making plays, yeah |
| 'Fore them 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 hoe, 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 spick |
| Go on and get your k, this is not a race, yeah |
| Don’t be sorry, hoe 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 |
| One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips |
| I ain’t got time to be dealing with no hoe shit |
| Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense |
| Hunnit round drum, wettin' up your whole shit |