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1000 Pt. 2
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Boobie Lootaveli
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A thousand, a thousand, my n***as be wylin' man I highly do doubt it Let's keep it a thousand You love yo' lil shawty, you claim she a goddess, lil homie you wylin' The gang been inside that, she got too much malice Frais out the city, that n***a, they doubted I jugg off two ounces, I charge 'em a thousand 'Cause if you not set I text like it's 2000 And I came for that check, boy I'm fresh out the trap I be duckin' them feds and that stress for my mama My n***as in office, the labels send offers Come with that wood, send 'em back in a coffin No time for bullsh*t, them n***as they talkin' That circle of killas, I feel so surrounded A thousand, a thousand A thousand, a thousand I came up from Charlottе, n***as know we the hardest Pu**y n***as can't comе here, you need you a voucher I f**k up a hunnid bun, that's one hundred thousand Broke n***a, now you don't know nothin' about it Now I'm back on my grizzy, turnt up for the city The pack in them b*t*hes, let's get it, let's get it They f**k with my set, gave them all to my unit They like how I do it, they say that it's different Free my n***a Fendi, my big brother Vincent This ain't new Charlotte, no new n***as with me I can't explain it, you just shoulda been there I f**k with young Boobie, my n***a he valid Fly to Miami and flip me some thotties They pu**y be sweeter than pina colada I beat it, I beat it, put that on my mama they ain't know nothin' 'bout it Too young for stressin', not too old for violence I pull up and park it, this choppa be on him Like die motherf**ker, yeah you and yo' mama A thousand, a thousand A thousand, a thousand She ask what my dressin', that's that Thousand Island We stackin' them dollars N***a it's pilin', we really be outchea And you come to my city, you askin' who poppin' They tell you the gang and my n***a that's all on a thousand I keep it a thousand, I keep it a thousand A thousand, a thousand Yeah I'm plugged with the loudest, [?] for a thousand A thousand, a thousand Need it, I got it, just keep it a thousand Just keep it a thousand, keep it a thousand A thousand, a thousand I keep it a thousand, I keep it a thousand A thousand, a thousand Yeah I'm plugged with the loudest, [?] for a thousand A thousand, a thousand Need it, I got it, just keep it a thousand Just keep it a thousand, keep it a thousand A thousand, a thousand A thousand, a thousand, my brothers the realest They just freed the gig, he was wylin' up in there A thousand, a thousand, my product the cleanest Downtown in yo' city discussin' big business My new b*t*h a thousand, remind me of Trina Throwin' on that n***a like me in the kitchen Can't really f**k with like none of you actors Man how the f**k you trappin' backwards, I'm catchin' flips Got my trap on gymnastics You sayin' you keep it a thousand, but ain't seen a thousand You piece of sh*t, run my fade if you 'bout it And if you want war, bring an army Ten drums, hunnid slugs each one, do the math Four, five in the back Just incase I gotta pull it, I got a lawyer He Jewish and Cuban, might need him for this one I had to throw my bro Frais on the remix, that's just how I'm feelin' Switched up the flow on these b*t*hes Do what I want while you do what you can is the difference in case y'all was wonderin' I won't have to work a job again, work for myself by myself Teachers said I needed help, I told 'em look at yourself now tell me who worse Save that talk for the birds, my bro really pinchin' them birds Drive to Orlando for work, views from the balcony, way up Funny how they tell you stay up but wanna see you in the dirt Gettin' all that I deserve as I'm smokin' this heavenly Earth B*t*h, let me take these boys to church All of my dreadheads my shooters Heavy artillery, they'll never find you, Bermuda F**k with the bosses, Miami, Aruba From Cali to Brooklyn, from Europe to Cuba Got family ties in Colombia, shouts to the Escobars, they call me junior Pretty white girl with them drugs in her stomach Exporting 'em out of the country, she look just like Juno I ball with my lootas, [?] smokin' foreign dope Find me some [?] in yo' city Get up in that kitty 'fore I bust all up in her throat How much more thousand you want? Got a thousand verses just like this in the vault, b*t*h
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