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1000
1,588
Hip-Hop/Rap
1000 was released on June 27, 2017 by WE MFR as a part of the album 1000 (Keep It Ten Hunnid)
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Release DateJune 27, 2017
LabelWE MFR
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lil' ****, what you mad for?
'Cause we got the rap game in the figure four
Pussy-ass **** try to kill the Figaro
Gotta move with a modern berry blinker on
[Verse 2]
Extra clips, got some XO liquor on
Game call, I gotta catch it when I spit it, homie
Triple doubles, make the shot when I diss you, homie
Lay me back on forties, no disses on 'em, now
[Verse 3]
In the kitchen, empty shelves, no dishes on 'em
Couple bricks, just the bones of the fishes on 'em
They say, Rich, why you rap about the drug life?
I'm like Pac when he rapped about the thug life
[Verse 4]
Ten hunnid, like the thing in the black tape
I'll be movin' round late without a black cape
We gon' eat with our hands or with a fat plate
And I'm good in a jungle like a black gay
[Verse 5]
Gold twisters on the shed with no back scrape
Nouveau's earthquake in the seven, eight
Stop hatin' on the game, get your purpose straight
You could tell he juiced up on that hater-ade
[Verse 6]
Yeah, they can't keep it ten hunnid 'cause they ain't solid
And he holler, Rich, what up? I say, I can't call it
But he know for a fact I'm a shock collar
And he a muhfuckin' snake and black baller
[Verse 7]
Backstabber and rat and a back door
I'm the midwest well, I'm the lawnmower
Grass cut, got it lookin' like it's arrowhead
It's a can a, you could tell by the barrel head
[Verse 8]
Say the snake killed his friend that he called bro
Back doored him at the spot for some small dough
Told his mama that some **** ran in on him
Snaked him out, that's a muhfucka friend for ya
[Verse 9]
He blew the scrilla that he took on some cheap jewels
Cheap watch, lil' clothes, and some new shoes
Back broke, now he lookin' for a new move
I'm old school, I don't fuck around with new dudes
[Verse 10]
Last move that he made was the wrong crew
And found he stinkin' in the trunk of a Malibu
Yeah, the streets show me love, hella gratitude
'Cause I serve it to 'em raw on a platter, dude
Written by: Rich the Factor
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