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dj kay slay - soldierz lyrics

[chorus: dj kay slay & vl deck]
got the camo boots strapped up, yeah i’m in the back, uh
only see me if you act up
motherf-ckers should’ve warned you
i would go to war for my soldiers
i go militant, i’m havin’ villians, b-tch
pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
bullet ricocheting through project bricks
the crime rate at its highest peak, d-mn

[verse 1: dj paul]
see my k!llers ain’t in videos, no
they at the crib cleanin’ shoes and guns
see my player partners, they don’t run about the hoes, no
they too busy puttin’ these hoes on the run
go get my money, i needs my money
b-tch ain’t even smilin’ ’cause ain’t sh-t funny
a n-gga with a p-ssy, i ride on
a b-tch with a p-ssy, i slide on
ho -ss n-gga try to run up on me
then know i had that nine on me like

[interlude: dj paul]
hahahaha
what the f-ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
what the f-ck you thought you was gonna do
sit on the motherf-ckin’ ground and tie your shoes together, b-tch
you can’t rob the robber, n-gga (you got it?)
c’mon, c’mon

[verse 2: dj paul]
hit his punk -ss with the gun or the lime
i don’t take chances, i don’t take time, on christ
what a fool, what a waste of life
kay slay my big brother, we been gettin’ money, splittin’ royalties
almost 20 years, still eatin’ together, that’s loyalty, yeah

[verse 3: vl deck]
been about the crashin’, put me in the front seat
i’m hard-bodied, can’t a n-gga punk me (i fight good)
i can get grimy like brooklyn nights, all broad day
dress up like a bomb, ooh, i was made to spray
i’m clutchin’ on a dirty drake, give you 97 like slay
when i’m up top i mix the sour with gorilla ape
got the camel boots strapped with a mac-10
take whoever to war, make you do a backbend (d-mn)

[verse 3: trae tha truth]
black, black bugatti, texas white the spokes
opps should go with the stealing, seats covered in smoke
realest n-gga they know, shooter from down below
somewhere inside the ghetto with temperatures low as snow
keep a set of arms longer than dirt, trippin’, i send ’em to work
leave your -ss open for target practice and drop you in dirt
put you inside of a box, bet you that talkin’
gon’ get you put in situations like a preacher, you’re prayin’ it stop
you can tell ’em i play to win games
ain’t no option for losing
b-tch, i’m thuggin’ like pac is back
tell ’em picture me cruisin’
ask slay, i’m on that drama sh-t
open hand slap me a motherf-cker
and show him i’m ’bout that drama, b-tch

- dj kay slay lyrics

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