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soulja boy tell 'em - zone 1 westside lyrics

[hook]
a hundred thousand cash stuffed in my gucci bag
walk inside the trap i got gas, i got swag
[?] never heard of that
[?] and lil drako shooter gone murder that
drako obama you know it got kickback
i got your b-tch, come get your b-tch back
slide through the city, you know that i’m getting it
i got the stick on me, know i’m a real street n-gga
ride through the city i wet it up, dipping
f-ck on your b-tch yea that lil b-tch be missing
zone 1 my n-gga i ran up a ticket
gucci and louis, burberry my fist
i got some n-ggas that’s whipping up fish in the kitchen
f-ck with drako and your body be missing

[verse 1]
young drako n-gga, i am real street n-gga
came up from rapping and trapping, drug dealing
i ran up a million my n-gga
i bust down the rollie and vvs all in my ice my n-gga
i live that life i pay that price my n-gga
i trap cocaine and shoot dice lil n-gga
i bust down the rollie with ice lil n-gga
i tatted my face cuz i made that 30 mill n-gga
stand in the trap and i post in the trenches
with real trap n-ggas, professional drug dealers
pablo escobar they treat me like a villain
at the end of the day they still was my n-ggas
tony montana chilling on a villa
thriller my jacket and michael jackson zipper
hop out the cut with my shooter get to hitting
young drako n-gga you know i’m in trenches
ran up a quarter million, cop a bentley
slide through the city, they know that i’m really getting it
stacks on deck money gang, that’s my gang lil n-gga
pull on your block with the choppa start hitting
hit the show and trapped out the bale for real
i don’t play that sh-t n-gga we trap with that steel
12 gauge blow his back through his ear
i’m smoking dope in the back of the fair

- soulja boy tell em lyrics

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