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Be Thousand Lyrics - Singles - Casual

This is how we rollin' swollen on a Saturday 

I had a way to chill hard, 3 ill broads wanted to hook up 

So I looked up, Tajai and Snupe call 'em up 

Aye, yo what's up? we need to troop to these hoe's house 

 

(Yo, where they stay at?) 

73rd and Lockwood 

(What?) 

But the cops good 

(Aight) 

 

So don't trip, niggas ain't sweatin 

Plus they wont flip if you don't say nothin' 

(Yo, it aint no thing, I'll bring the glock) 

Just in case these niggas on her block 

Don't wanna throw thangs 

(Yeap, I'm wit it, let's bounce) 

 

We gone but first you know we 

Gotta go to Lee's so I can get me an O.E. 

The hoes we foolin' wit' look tight, make a right 

It might be that one cause she said her shit was blue and white 

 

But she sure don't drive no Cutlass 

What is going on? I'm thinking, nah, I'm tweaking 

So we stepped to the door 

(Yo, there they go) 

Oh, I'm gonna do the whore 

 

So I walk in 

(Yo, I hear men talking in the next room) 

If they flex, doom will be hawkin' 

(Them hoes is lookin' good as phukk) 

(And if these niggas flex, they gone be gettin' bucked) 

 

Word 'em up, I'm glad I came with my men 

Ask these skins, yo, who's these niggas in your den? 

She said, Friends, just then the nigga walked in with no grin 

Fired up a stem and then said, "What you lookin' at?" 

I replied, "Nigga, you could get took for that, let's take it outside", huh 

 

We stepped to her butch calmly 'cause no nigga can harm me 

I'll whoop his ass in the grass 

We square up, I caught my grill 

He's hard, but still, he got a soft spot 

 

I'ma beat him down until he cough up blood 

Thugs surround, but they can't tell my men 

With the locks got a glock supportin' me 

He tried to rush me but I bust him in his grill 

Caught him slippin' and I said, "You oughta chill" 

 

Then his friend tried to jump in 

I had to find a piece of lead to rub his rump in 

Suddenly the vice came 

But them niggaz down the street in a dice game 

I claim they can't find out my name 

 

I got a warrant, they wanna put me in the housing 

I bust this nigga's shit now it's time to be thousand 

Now it's time to be thousand 

Now it's time to be thousand 

Now it's time to be thousand 

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