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lirik lagu boobie lootaveli - 1000 pt. 2

1000 pt. 2 lyrics
[verse 1: frais]
a thousand, a thousand, my n~ggas 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~gga, 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~ggas in office, the labels send offers
come with that wood, send ’em back in a coffin
no time for bullsh~t, them n~ggas they talkin’
that circle of k!llas, i feel so surrounded

[bridge: frais]
a thousand, a thousand
a thousand, a thousand
i came up from charlottе, n~ggas know we the hardest
p~ssy n~ggas can’t comе here, you need you a voucher
i f~ck up a hunnid bun, that’s one hundred thousand
broke n~gga, now you don’t know nothin’ about it

[verse 2: frais]
now i’m back on my grizzy, turnt up for the city
the pack in them b~tches, let’s get it, let’s get it
they f~ck with my set, gave them all to my unit
they like how i do it, they say that it’s different
free my n~gga fendi, my big brother vincent
this ain’t new charlotte, no new n~ggas with me
[?]
i can’t explain it, you just shoulda been there
i f~ck with young b00bie, my n~gga he valid
fly to miami and flip me some thotties
they p~ssy 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~cker, yeah you and yo’ mama
[bridge: frais]
a thousand, a thousand
a thousand, a thousand
she ask what my dressin’, that’s that thousand island
we stackin’ them dollars
n~gga 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~gga that’s all on a thousand

[chorus: b00bie lootaveli]
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

[verse 3: b00bie lootaveli]
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~tch a thousand, remind me of trina
throwin’ on that n~gga like me in the kitchen
can’t really f~ck with like none of you actors
man how the f~ck 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~tches
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~tch, let me take these boys to church
[verse 4: b00bie lootaveli]
all of my dreadheads my shooters
heavy artillery, they’ll never find you, bermuda
f~ck 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~tch

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