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fetti cash – universal soldier lyrics

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universal soldier
(ayo! what up yall its ya boy fetti cash
i’m just here to do my thing man
i get money i do whatever i do
dont hate on me
cause hey i mean hating is not gon’ get
yall no where
if hating on me getting ya rich…keep hating
keep on hating man
yo stick i’m going to the top man)

(verse):
what yall wanna see f clap sh-t up, or better yet
wrap sh-t up cause f spit rapidly fires and blow out
ya amplifiers, yes i’m most hated cause i do what i do and i
screw who i screw i play the low cause f is a professional
no sir, i ain’t tryna lose i ain’t one dun front once
if ya might let you…..ughh! (one more time shiz, one more time)

what yall wanna see f clap sh-t up, or better yet
wrap sh-t up cause f spit rapidly fires and blow out
ya amplifiers, yes i’m most hated cause i do what i do and i
screw who i screw i play the low cause f is a professional
no sir, i ain’t tryna lose i’m tryna get rich my dude or die trying
i ain’t 50 but many men and many wh-r-s wish death on the
crooked eye ya know the bandit always come out swinging
i ain’t the one dun front once and i might let you cool breeze
front again and you never seen again, i’m a webside hooligan
and a u.s representative, haters hate me but they still wanna
ride with me, i roll with my set cause f’s a g
i’m a wild cowboy now whose f-cking with me

(chorus):
if its money that yall want
come get it i got it
if its beef that yall want
i got heat for you
i’m a universal soldier so yall f-cking with who
yall n-ggas f-cking with who?

(verse 2):
the streets got it f-cked up talking like fetti ain’t eating
you can’t be serious fetti cash is a hustler
i tip toed back in the game with 16 yams
4 weeks later your boy copping a hunnit yams
my dude showed me the chef sh-t now i’m one of the best cooks
i put the c-ke in a pot and let it bake down to the oil
i don’t buy that hard sh-t cause its baking soda
i ain’t no paper soldier i’ma u.s soldier
i ain’t flossing i’m just bossing i’m the best at my sh-t
brickstacks yeah i used to bubble packs but homie
that didn’t really make me, how the f-ck you think i got the name fetti
i got it from bronx dale and i can tell you a bronx tale
f-ggot i never tattle tell, fetti cash ain’t never a rat
i run circles around you haters traps in fact
i’m a bread winner

(chorus 2x)