ft paul allen m2thak soulja boy - wit my squad (freestyle) (ft. paul allen & m2thak) - soulja boy lyrics
yo, ye, leather on my sleeves, money on my brain
ten caries on my motherf8cking diamond chain,
spend ten grand, gave it to my lawyer,
f-ck that baby girl you know that i’m a spoiler
chain upon my neck, godd-mn my n-gg- fresh
i’m hoppin out the prank, i gotta take the check
gotta get the money, i’m crossing over seas,
b-tches over that sh-t city, kisses on her knees,
uh, leaving condoms in the studio,
you know we got 50s crow groupie hoes
you thought i lost it but i bring it back like low..
i’m talking in the club screaming out no dj,
tattos on my face, tattoos on my back,
i put my whole f-cking city pretty on the map,
my name pa, rich n-gg- talk
me and mk, rich n-gg-s do these walks,
see us swagging on a place, got the jewels on my feet
runnin up the flow n-gg- never grind for the chees
’cause you always fallin’ off, fallin’ back we’re comin’ up
n-gg-s like me gotta get it, every double up,
never look that money flow, money can we get it though
coming after liquor store, henny upon the bl-st,
you’re f-cking that, hit twice you’re f-cking not
yes she wanna f-ck me, but i never f-cked her once
chain here for 60 but i only spend my fifth,
follow on her phantom, i’m so drunk like a b-tch
i like, i’m so fly, i buy like a frizen,
right pockets, see notes,
left risk, he blow,
f-cking up flamingo, what it’s swag like silo,
sippin el camino, when i wrap that b-tch green though,
when i hear the lick, b-tch we call that sh-t bingo,
call the b-tch and see how we f-cking doing with this lingo
speaking lots of bullsh-t, talking lots ahead,
b-tchy she knows this three g got some tulo in his bed,
i spend a bug 80, n-gg- i had the sh-t stand,
i’m winnin and call my mama and my her new benz,
sod, real n-gg- sh-t, i say f-cking with them f-ckin’ rich n-gg- b-tch
n-gg- me and pa, on the bakes of the vave
to the round round money, giving day to be made
to be mention oases three f-ck around with this sl-ts,
b-tch i get money ge a pocket full of bucks,
f-cking with my team b-tch, tell me where you at
b-tch she noases three and keep the money in the game.
young soldier boy i keep the money in the strap
kick up in your crib, b-tch i’m looking for where you at
head you got them pounds in the bricks, b-tch where they at
riding through the hood and you know that i’m the man
hundred bricks standing i can do this sh-t like tony,
n-gg- disrespect many n-gg-s so funnies,
i’m riding through the hood, and i got that chopper on it
ak47 leave em p–sy buys lonely
disrespect my team and you know i’m sending shots,
coming through that veny, knowing .. i drop the top,
soldier boy tell em man i do this sh-t alike,
wake up in the morning and you know i whip the pot,
water wipping yellow break, bricks down the corner
n-gg- where you from, n-gg- i’m ..
coming through the hood, man you know i keep it gun
shoot it out for fun, shoot all in your home,
run up in your crib taking your bricks and then i’m gone
call the plug gripping out fernessing for this strong,
when i’m with this pack now he say he gonna get me,
n-gg- catch me sleeping, i’ma hit em about 50,
soldier boy, tell em i told the chopper in here send me
shooters to his empty, killers all in your ..
pa m to the kay, and n-gg-s riding with me
d-mn is a grip day and my watch cost a hundred kay
early in the morning i’m on a phone trapping
ten million dollars i got it all for rapping
coming through the hood you know one ready for the action
and b-tches tryin’ to send me all, you know i can’t trust ’em.
i’m round wit my squad n-gg-s try say we bustin’
i’m round wit my squad n-gg-s trap me and we bustin’
i’m round wit my squad n-gg-s try say we bustin’
i’m round wit my squad n-gg-s trap me and we bustin’
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