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meccccca - soldier kidd lyrics

[chorus 1: mecca]
they want mah cash
they want mah bag
these n-ggas ungrateful, they all on my -ss
you say that she faithful, yo bih wanna smash
yall n-ggas is garbage, yall n-ggas is trash

[verse 1: mecca]
only wanna be friends with me cos i’m famous
hit that n-gga block with the stainless
slit that n-gga throat, k!ll em painless
my diamonds so sick it’s contagious
they mad cos they broke, they mad cos they nameless
b-tch -ss n-gga talking sh-t, so we pulled on they block
we gon’ catch a body if a n-gga feelin hot
f-ck a draco, glokknine do the job
running from the 12, yeah, we running from the cops
we gon catch you slippin, we ain’t talking bout yo slops
careful when you f-cking with the mob
(careful when you f-cking with the mob)

[chorus 2: mecca]
they want mah cash
they want mah bag
light up a blunt for my n-ggas that p-ssed
your life to your music, that sh-t in contrast
act like you gangsta
b-tch don’t lie to me
do the time for me
you gon ride for me
die for me
i’ll die for you
throw down my life for you

[verse 2: mecca]
stay true to my bluh, i ain’t never sell out
do this sh-t for mah homies in the jail house
i remember when on the playground
i was always picked on by the older kids
say you ain’t a snitch, i know you did
hottest on the block, i’m smoldering
keep it explicit like soldier kidd
hit you with the rubber
and leave you with a wetback
send shots through your windscreen
draco knock ya head back
serve 20 years, that was just a set back
we just wanna get backs
and now we just got off parole
fill your b-tch -ss up with holes
you know mah shooters tote the pole
n-ggas talk more than a hoe (1:33)
n-ggas can’t rap, they can’t flow
(1:36)

[verse 3: mecca]
i said “b-tch, i ain’t worried bout your breast size”, i’m boolin
i keep the 40 at my bedside, i’m boolin
we shooting, yall see how we moving
gangsters disciple, a student
om te sabela, we fluent
murda beatz, how i murder beats
yoko ono, how i keep the piece
broom and a mop stick, i clean the streets
b-tch, i’m in the streets
you n-ggas industry
you stay in your tweets
you cannot take the heat
then stay outta the kitchen
gucci the lord, this my trappin’ religion
my codeine addiction
think this my decision?
i smoke for my brother
smoke for my dead friends
and smoke for the others
ain’t flyin’ no colours
my gang got the numbers

worked for this sh-t
arm and a leg, so don’t pull it
lie to my face, you catch bullets
i’m doing the most so don’t mess with me
(2:26) you flying in coach, like a referee
rippin my roach, (yeah) that sh-t be the death of me
-sh-t be the death of me

[hook: mecca]
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)
(sh-t be the death of me)

[chorus 1: mecca]
they want mah cash
they want mah bag
these n-ggas ungrateful, they all on my -ss
you say that she faithful, yo bih wanna smash
yall n-ggas is garbage, yall n-ggas is trash

only wanna be friends with me cos i’m famous
hit that n-gga block with the stainless
slit that n-gga throat, k!ll em painless
my diamonds so sick it’s contagious
they mad cos they broke, they mad cos they nameless
b-tch -ss n-gga talking sh-t, so we pulled on they block
we gon’ catch a body if a n-gga feelin hot
f-ck a draco, glokknine do the job
running from the 12, yeah, we running from the cops
hit em with the stick, we ain’t talkin bout kebabs
careful when you f-cking with the mob
(careful when you f-cking with the mob)

- meccccca lyrics

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