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soulja slim - bout dis shit lyrics

[soulja slim]
let me lock this m-th-f-cka down, ya understand what i’m sayin’, n-gg-
f-ck wrong wit you

[chorus: repeat 2x]
i talk dis sh-t cause i’m bout dis sh-t
ain’t noway i can run, noway out dis sh-t
i breathe dis sh-t cause it’s all up in the air
before my casket drop put my pistol up in there

[soulja slim]
i talk dis sh-t & i stomp my feet
cause i’m a street n-gg- from the u-p-t
i keep my heat & don’t squash no beef
they say i wouldn’t see 20 but now i’m 23
bout to be 24 wit a brand new escalade
an a deville park in my front driveway
my girl push the pedal to the flo’ in a 2g tahoe
when we floss we ride slow & blow behind tinted windows
laughin’ at these n-gg-s frontin’ up in the luxury rentals
they screamin’ soulja dis & the screamin’ soulja dat
but soulja don’t play no games i’ll put yo head on a flat
ain’t to much changed about me still the same fromway back
89′ goin’ into 90′ had the game down pat
momma couldn’t find me, ya baby boy flippin’ crack
flippin’ dimes, flippin’ twenty’s tryna come up
got me a duece five for the jackers runnin’ up
ready to bust & drop my nuts, don’t give a f-ck

[chorus]

[soulja slim]
i smoke to much til’ i be bout to fall out
f-ckin’ wit snoop dogg off in the dogg house
since i b-lls outta control, b-lls outta control
dem laws outta control, dem laws outta control
they actin’ like ridin’ on chrome is a crime,
that’s why i play the factory, so the won’t be hackin’ me
had enough of ridin’ in a 2g hot, wit a glock an a beamer on top
wit a vest on, t-shirt made teflon
fellin’ like spice-1, “wouldn’t look to pretty wit my chest gone”
cause n-gg- don’t play in the city of choppers
most n-gg-s get they sh-t split behind money & poppers
wit air max on, prop top, & n-gg- boxers
you n-gg-s better get yall f-ckin’ mind right

[chorus]

[soulja slim]
straight like dat, for the f-ckin’ 2g ya n-gg-
these n-gg-s get in this m-th-f-ckin’ studio & be, man i
say brah these n-gg-s got me so f-ckin’ mad wit ’em brah
i ain’t liein’ brah ya understand what i’m sayin’
but i ain’t gonna hate ’em though ya understand what i’m sayin’ ya dig
but guess what it’s real over here, i say it’s real over here
no limit 4 life the sh-t don’t stop ya understand what i’m sayin’
an the glock stay c-cked ya understand, n-gg- know what’s happ’n wit me
a n-gg- betta kill see what i’m sayin’ that’s what a n-gg- betta do
ya understand what i’m sayin’
straight like dat 2-0-1 this is my year, n-gg-

- soulja slim lyrics

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