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juelz santana – soft lyrics

[intro: rick ross & (juelz)]
they say i’m comin’ too hard, huh? (chea-heh)
i say these n-ggas comin’ too soft (yeah)
all them n-ggas soft (yeah)
n-ggas over there are soft (whoooo)

i sold that brick soft (huh), this ysl, so soft (huh)
my girl -ss so soft (huh), these louis shoes so soft (huh)
you ho n-ggas so soft (huh), my ak for -ssaults (huh)
i’m sippin’ this sauce, my d-ck won’t stay soft
my car seats so soft, these heat tags say “boss”
you ho n-ggas so soft, you ho n-ggas so soft

[juelz santana]
soft, haha, whoooo…
my car seats so soft (soft), your army so soft (soft)
real n-gga and she like me ‘cause i make sure she get off
these n-ggas claimin’ they winnin’ but when i’m around they lost (lost)
i’m in a new car, four door (yep), double r, logo (yep)
big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro (ahhh)
you p-ssies know that i’m no joke (uh-uh), how you want it? 4-o? (uh)
four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blow~!!
still duckin’ the po-po, i make her come back like a yo-yo
i’m like ice-t with that white girl, still gettin’ money off coco (haha)
still flyer than all y’all, sh-t tell me somethin’ i don’t know
got a bad b-tch bouncin’ on my stick like a pogo, screamin’ yolo
my diamonds be shinin’, like a snow cone, i’m so froze
far as that dough goes i’m russell simmons, you jojo
my type get real cash, your type get k!lled fast
y’all n-ggas like soft booty – get it? real -ss
you ho n-ggas so soft, why don’t you hoe n-ggas get lost?
i’ll pay to see you gone, how much you hoe n-ggas gon’ cost?

[chorus: rick ross]
i sold that brick soft (huh), this ysl, so soft (huh)
my girl -ss so soft (huh), these louis shoes so soft (huh)
you ho n-ggas so soft (huh), my ak for -ssaults (huh)
i’m sippin’ this sauce, my d-ck won’t stay soft
my car seats so soft, these heat tags say “boss”
you ho n-ggas so soft, you ho n-ggas so soft
i sold that brick soft (huh), this ysl, so soft (huh)
my girl -ss so soft (huh), these louis shoes so soft (huh)
you ho n-ggas so soft (huh), my ak for -ssaults (huh)
i’m sippin’ this sauce, my d-ck won’t stay soft
my car seats so soft, these heat tags say “boss”
you ho n-ggas so soft, you ho n-ggas so soft
i sold that brick soft (huh), this ysl, so soft (huh)
my girl -ss so soft (huh), these louis shoes so soft (huh)
you ho n-ggas so soft (huh), my ak for -ssaults (huh)
i’m sippin’ this sauce, my d-ck won’t stay soft
my car seats so soft, these heat tags say “boss”
you ho n-ggas so soft, you ho n-ggas so soft

[meek mill]
man, you ho n-ggas so soft..
right back in the hood, fresh off tour, jumpin’ out that new four-door
bust down, ap offsh0r-, all this stuntin’ ain’t called for
none of these b-tches ain’t all yours (nah), none of these n-ggas hardcore (nah)
young fly n-gga, i’m fresh, man; bad b-tch with me at soph0m-re
my rolex is like mayweather’s, i make it rain like mayweather
ask them hoes at kod – i don’t throw paper, i spray cheddar
your whip mean? mine way better, chicks they greet and love me
up in the corner and hug me, go all these hoes tryin’ to f-ck me
cause that leather handle so soft (soft), all i know is go hard (hard)
high as f-ck, i’m on mars; my pockets on black card
cause it ain’t no limit (ain’t no limit) to the sh-t i’m spendin’ (sh-t i’m spendin’)
it’s double-m-g (double-m-g), yeah n-gga, we winnin’ – hah~!

[fabolous]
yeah, yeah, nice…
i’m in the hood with that white thing – mister softee
tell them kids don’t run up – got it on me, now get ‘em off me
get ‘em off me, get ‘em off me, before i make it hot like coffee
just seen ‘em put a hole-in-one and i ain’t gon’ let ‘em golf me
got a o-z of that loudmouth (yeah), my smoke never speak softly (uh)
ride on that d-ck flow, my b-tch never go off-beat (whoo)
only time that i’m off feet, known to stand on my own two
if you ‘round me, you gotta go hard – soft n-ggas i don’t do
these n-ggas ain’t family; if you was, i would’ve disowned you
and f-cked b-tches that won’t do (yeah), call a b-tch who want to (yeah)
gotta feel me, my texture (feel me), these dumb b-tches too extra (feel me)
i just kicked this b-tch up off the bus, had to “next” her (feel me)
i’m too strong in these streets, boy, please don’t make me flex up
you know nothin’ ‘bout this, i do this, i’m a expert
vvs go off, like the tvs in my loft
that’s hd on my ht, these ho n-ggas so soft…

- juelz santana lyrics

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