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sol jay - mvp lyrics

[intro]
ay, you know plus did this sh+t

[verse 1: sol jay]
pull up with c+notes, holdin’ a couple racks
handbag on my shoulder, i keep the weight on my back
she said like, “sol, you the boy” but baby no, i’m the man
she touchin’ all on my body, i think she know who i am
and like a 3+point, she wet
that p+ssy might be a threat
we sippin’ hard on that wock
my brother keepin’ a tech
and they all know i’m the best
but they keep that in their head
and shawty, you wanna f+ck?
then why don’t you shoot me a text
they been seen me, i’m ballin’
i need you to stop callin’
tryin’ to stop you from fallin’
baby, i do this often
she like, “i beg your pardon?”
you been known i was heartless
all these drugs, i’m so nauseous
girl you got to be cautious
she addicted to a beast, ‘dicted to the mvp
i been dripped up in supreme, shawty dripped in cdg
you gon’ let me paint your face, hope i’m f+ckin’ with a queen
baby, i don’t need to love, they don’t know what i need
you gon’ let me have it, then burn me to ashes
go on and f+ck up my head, you be ‘causing some havoc
actin’ so heartless, make that a habit
i don’t got to chase it, just know i’ma have it

[verse 2: captain]
just know i’ma have it, my last ho a ratchet
these boys are some goofies, they so mad i won’t dap them
michael vick, i’m with my dogs
come at me and that’s a loss
i got sh+t i want to cop
so my time is gonna cost
you dig it? yeah
too many hoes, i keep my distance, yeah
too much dope i smoke, got me lifted, yeah
got me lifted
oh, yes i’m lit bro
tommy hilfigs
designer kicks bro
never will i cater to no f+ckin’ trick bro
y’all ain’t on sh+t bro (woah)
5300 forever
my life a movie, no cinderella

[verse 3: dieplug]
i feel chosen
i’m gettin’ top from two twins, look like the olsens
can’t wife no thot, can’t buy no ring, that don’t make no sense
that lil’ thot nasty, suck the team up, that’s nonsense
i sit back on my throne and count up all of these hundreds
feel like hugh hefner, i got too many hundreds
have common sense, i’ll buy a house before a rollie
i’m in a five star, eating on that ravioli
i swear i’m up next but y’all n+ggas don’t know it yet
in 2 more years i’m takin’ off in a custom private jet
n+ggas be copy cat, n+gga we not playin’ simon says
no cap, these n+ggas copy cat, no we not playin’ simon says
these n+ggas copy cat, no we not playin’ simon says (yeah)

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