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souq - rank lyrics

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[intro]
(what the f+ck?)

[chorus]
uh, i got the drank on me (yeah)
ho+ hop out the coupe, we sippin’ lean (sippin’ it)
sou+ souq got glocks with f+ckin’ beams (on god)
whole squad, b+tch, we wipe yo’ team, on god (lil’ b+tch)
b+tch i be lil souq, i just be up (i be up)
sippin’ on drank, that lil’ boy had to re+up (huh, huh)
we+ we get the choppas, we send ’em to h+ll, yeah (to h+ll)
b+tch, i never snitched, b+tch, i’m never tellin’ (on god)
ca+ call up my shooter, that lil’ boy a felon (b+tch)
been stuck in the trap since i was like seven, huh

[verse]
yuh, uppin’ the bl!ck, man i tuck sh+t, yuh (uppin’ it)
freaky lil’ bih wanna suck d+ck, yuh (she wanna suck)
si– since a lil’ jit, i been hittin’ these juggs (huh)
quit d+ck ridin’, get off my nuts (get off)
had to tell that lil’ boy “get off my c+ck” (get the f+ck off my c+ck)
we got the glocks, we spin yo’ block (on gang)
cuffin’ her, that b+tch a bop, on god (she a bop, b+tch)
yuh, souq got a glock and that sh+t just be spazzin’
be– be off the perkies’, i be in a spasm (spazzin’ out)
hittin’ these l!cks, man, i can’t stop trappin’ (what?)
fu– f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, and that booty be clappin’ (b+tch, say what?)
b+tch, on god that b+tch bad (huh, huh)
we caught his ass, he goin’ out sad (on god)
st– stomp that lil’ boy out, he dead (yuh)
pu– pull up wit’ a ar, i be sprayin’ sh+t (huh)
yuh, i get the bread, man, i’m makin it’, yuh (lil’ b+tch)
y+ yo’ b+tch throwin’ ass man, she shakin’ it, uh (on god)
yuh, call up the plug, man i need some new drank
yuh, we pop that– pop that– pop that boy (yuh, yuh, yuh, what)
i be just uppin’ my rank, uh
[chorus]
i– i got the drank on me (yeah)
ho+ hop out the coupe, we sippin’ lean (sippin’ it)
sou+ souq got glocks with f+ckin’ beams (on god)
whole squad, b+tch, we wipe yo’ team, on god (lil’ b+tch)
b+tch i be lil souq, i just be up (i be up)
sippin’ on drank, that lil’ boy had to re+up (huh, huh)
we+ we get the choppas, we send ’em to h+ll, yeah (to h+ll)
b+tch, i never snitched, b+tch, i’m never tellin’ (on god)
ca+ call up my shooter, that lil’ boy a felon (b+tch)
been stuck in the trap since i was like seven, huh



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