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soulja boy tell 'em - no hook 2 lyrics

[verse]
trap out the demon
trap out the h-llcat
walk in the mall and i spend me a hundred racks
that n-gga start it, but soulja boy finished it
if i go spend it, you know i’ma make it back
mini draco on me, you know it’ll spray you flat
poppin’ two pills, now i’m feelin’ like limitless
ride in a foreign, i used to ride spinnin less
poppin’ a pill, i feel like i’m ritalin
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, does that solve your mystery?
young drako my name, you know i made history
m (million) is a lot to you, but it ain’t sh-t to me
run up on gang, you know i’m leaving you 6 feet
open the back door, n-gga go creep-creep
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, you know she a freak-freak
bands’ll make her dance, riri
young drako my name, i know they remember me
how you acting like you a friend of me?
c-ck back the pistol, i shoot at my enemies
when one of these p-ssy -ss rap n-ggas gonna come finish me?
smoking on dope, i feel like i’m fishing
vvs plug, i don’t f-ck with middlemen
who is this n-gga, i never heard of him
hop in the lamborghini, then i swerve on them
smoking on cream, i’m sippin’ on purple
young n-gga geeked up, like urkel
vvs diamond my water, squirtle
i’m in your b-tch, just like a [?]
[?] orders
i got them bricks, that ship cross the border
i hit the mexico, i jump the wall
living my best life, just like duval
i got this sh-t from la, out of new york
smell like a pound when i’m up in court
ballin’ so i’m hard, like i’m on a court
flexin’ on these broke n-ggas like it’s a sport
lambo to [?], they know who i am
pop out with draco, that chopper go blam
catch me if you can, like gingerbread man
riding ’round town with a hundred and fifty bands
rollin’ up green, gas, shrek
pourin’ up red, blood, hi-tech
try to finesse me, you know you get wet
shout out my squad, shout out my set
try to rob, we leaving a mess
this is not school, so n-gga don’t test
cuban the link and it sit on my neck
back in high school, i was serving that crack
sippin’ on lean, i think i need a doctor
back in high school, i had m’s sittin’ in my locker
[?] you got it
that ain’t sh-t, i got racks in my pocket
young drako, n-gga took off like a rocket
young rich n-gga, fly as a c-ckpit
say he get money, f-ckboy stop it
stack up an m, gettin’ money my hobby
made me an m, they think i’m ‘luminati
cop a hotel, then n-gga run ’round in the lobby
every time that i drop, they go cop it
f-ckin’ your b-tch, now she giving me sloppy
jump out the demon, i feel like the goat
two-two-three bullets, they hit at your throat
i kept on servin’ and trappin’, young n-gga i’m bold
vvs diamond, my necklace in gold
stand in the kitchen, that strap with a pole, my elbows
came a long way from rockin’ them sh-ll toes
young drako, n-gga i was strapped like velcro
cookin’ that crack with my wrist in a circle
[?] like bow and an arrow
covered in gold, they callin’ me pharoah
cuban the link and i used to rock [?]
pourin’ hi-tech, drop a deuce in my styrofoam

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