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soulja slim – motha fuck you lyrics

[talking]
ah-ah, cut throat to the motherf-cking
bone gristle, you understand me
f-ck another n-gg-, f-ck em

[hook]
motherf-ck you, and your n-gg-s
cause me and my n-gg-s, we terrorize n-gg-s
motherf-ck you, and your n-gg-s
cause me and my n-gg-s, we ride or die n-gg-s

[soulja slim]
i spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out
you wanna f-ck with the team, then the coaches come out
holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house
ice block so cold, n-gg-s catching a gout
set i trends, f-cking two cat eyed friends
getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed benz
black eyed lens, looking like m-i-b
when i be, stomping through your vip
h.n.i.c., represent that mp3
f-ck you, you ain’t getting nothing from me
but hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome
that’s all i tote, sticky-ayo that’s all i smoke
now there i go rambling, but i could back it up fast
catch you in the club, i scuffle your b-tch -ss
brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me
bistanders do get hit, no apologies

[hook x2]

[curren$y]
now when the 4-4’s, come out
you’d think your whole click was ludacris, the way they rolling out
it’s curren$y the hot spitter, i control the south
look at who i be around, then you’ll know what i’m bout
brah you don’t want me, to come through
cause one pop out the glock, i’ll leave your fat head with a sun roof
please understand me, brah when my alb-m drop
me and c-murder, bringing guns to the grammy’s
hoes loving on me, so these n-gg-s can’t stand me
but they know i got the heat, like miami
hot spitter got loot, growing like mildew
that with the cameras, instead of the rearview
hit you point blank range, i ain’t even near you
my n-gg-s ain’t from pittsburgh, but we’ll steal you
riding on chrome, all 21 and up
yours under 18, can’t even get in the club so

[hook x2]

[tre-nitty]
murder instincts we speaking, tweaking
and leave a n-gg-, leaking on the concrete
you run up with cowards, all i got is one n-gg- behind me
at a time to cover my back, and other than that
ain’t too many n-gg-s, gon cover my tracks
so i feed him, with a long handle
man i’m in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle
so i can’t be walking, in the wrong sandles
feeling like all i got, is me myself and i
don’t know too many, that i can leave my wealth and die
empty, cause i know that drama will only increase
and who’s gonna carry me, when i’m trapped under them bed sheets
sealing the sheets with hot blood, n-gg-s steady saying they got love
and i’m the one laying with hot slugs, sh-t i’ve been there
and any n-gg- that i f-ck with, is just like me
so when we beefing, that’s the n-gg- you just might see
but everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells
and how i hung with him, but can’t say what i done with him

[hook x4]

- soulja slim lyrics

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