6ixbuzz - too soft lyrics
[intro: northsidebenji]
yeah, let’s go let’s go
ah-uh, let’s go let’s go
yeah, yeah, uh
[verse 1: northsidebenji]
i just made some racks from out da weston wit’ my boo (uh)
i just threw some racks from out da back and out da coupe (ohh)
they just put some racks up on my best friend and it’s true
well, we doin’ fine n-gga, how ’bout you? (uh)
i got gucci shoes (yeah)
baguettes on ’em too (yeah)
what’s that in yo’ booth, stop
this a twenty-two
yeah, he did dirt but dere ain’t no proof
dior prints up on me too
off white prints on me too
hermes links up on dese jewels
play it safe, don’t play it cool
you might sink up in dis pool
all dese b-tches on our wave now
i don’t know what to do
so much has changed, it’s like a sleigh
how i didn’t finished school
change the weather like a may, wow
hunnids in da booth
[chorus: northsidebengi]
most my n-ggas shoot, ah yeah
they’ll shoot yah
you ain’t sick, you too soft
fl!ck of da wrist and -poof- gone
party wit’ dis tool on
sales like he got coupons
up and i just hit da booth and i go make a new song
and see i just met a chill lil’ b-tch but she had hoops on
uh yeah, see i just met a chill lil’ b-tch, now she got loops on
mom ain’t raise no fool, don’t make no move until my shoes is on
dior on my shoe tongue
give a f-ck, whatchu on
blowin’ out like thirty on me and that’s it, uh
boy, i shouldn’t even wear dese d-mn jeans, it can’t fit (nah)
my brother like van gogh and all he do is paint sh-t (uh)
you n-ggas ain’t dangerous (nah)
you n-ggas ain’t stain sh-t
[verse 2: houdini]
uh, you n-ggas ain’t stain sh-t (uh)
bro got a glock wit’ a d-ck now
please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip (uh)
tell me how can i miss now?
hollows knock his sh-t off
sellin’ hard like croutons
crush dat bag like moon walk
and i’m smokin’ moon rock
bro on da block wit’ a new glock
who are the f-ck are dese new opps?
blow like houdini -poof- gone
rub up the genie, cool off
dat lil’ boy movin’ too soft
got in the back of a cruiser
i don’t want your love if it’s fake love
we’ve been gettin’ to da paper
f-ck ’em investigators, i ain’t tryna pay her
in new york like a ranger
acoustic like an angel
her favourite entertainer
i might just f-ck da place up
put dem bands up in a safe, uh
[chorus: northsidebengi]
most my n-ggas shoot, ah yeah
they’ll shoot yah
you ain’t sick, you too soft
fl!ck of da wrist and -poof- gone
party wit’ dis tool on
sales like he got coupons
up and i just hit da booth and i go make a new song
and see i just met a chill lil’ b-tch but she had hoops on
uh yeah, see i just met a chill lil’ b-tch, now she got loops on
mom ain’t raise no fool, don’t make no move until my shoes is on
dior on my shoe tongue
give a f-ck, whatchu on
blowin’ out like thirty on me and that’s it, uh
boy, i shouldn’t even wear dese d-mn jeans, it can’t fit (nah)
my brother like van gogh and all he do is paint sh-t (uh)
you n-ggas ain’t dangerous (nah)
you n-ggas ain’t stain sh-t
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