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soulja boy – mean mug lyrics


“mean mug”
(feat. 50 cent)

[soulja boy:]
my flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh-t i will kick your door n-gg-
i call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent:]
ak47 got them dialing 9-11
i pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gg-
i come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s h-t ya
keep thinking it’s a game, n-gg-‘s ain’t playing

[soulja boy:]
soulja boy i’ll bust your brain
a n-gg- talking all that sh-t
y’all n-gg-s cannot represent
f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gg-
split ya i deal with ya

[50 cent:]
knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gg-
i won’t tell ya twice
b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can’t help that they want me
they want me back

[soulja boy:]
i’m on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
sod i never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent:]
yeah, we royalty don’t talk to me
b-tch you not worthy

[chorus: soulja boy]
mean mug, n-gg- you gon mug who?
rob me? n-gg- we gon rob you
choppers on me, n-gg-s we don’t give a f-ck
i’m in the club, n-gg- f-ck your mean mugs
f-ck your mean mugs
n-gg- f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gg- f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gg- f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gg- f-ck your mean mug

[50 cent:]
when i’m trippin’ i’m twisted, i slap my clip in
when i flip, hoe duck down when i start gettin’
i’m iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin’
i lost count all this paper i be gettin’

[soulja boy:]
any f-cking game n-gg- p-ss me the ball
and watch a n-gg- ball, i’m gucci to the draws
i’m money over all, i don’t really give a f-ck
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent:]
lick me up til i pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the b-lls to the top
she must do this sh-t a lot
she’s a freak she’s a pro
got that paper it’s a go
bring the kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low

[soulja boy:]
man, that’s why i pick you up off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound
disrespect my f-cking crew
b-tch is you f-cking clown
get the f-ck back n-gg-
we up in the club
high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped


yeah, misery loves company n-gg-
i send you to see your dead motherf-cking homies

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