- Soulja Slim Motha **** You 歌词
- Soulja Slim
- (*talking*)
Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the mother*******
Bone gristle, you understand me
************* another *************, ************* em
[Hook]
Mother************* you, and your *************s
Cause me and my *************s, we terrorize *************s
Mother************* you, and your *************s
Cause me and my *************s, we ride or die *************s
[Soulja Slim]
I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out
You wanna ************* with the team, then the coaches come out
Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house
Ice block so cold, *************s catching a gout
Set I trends, ******* two cat eyed friends
Getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed Benz
Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B
When I be, stomping through your VIP
H.N.I.C., represent that MP3
************* you, you ain't getting nothing from me
But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome
That's all I tote, sticky-ayo that's all I smoke
Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast
Catch you in the club, I scuffle your ************* ass
Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me
Bistanders do get hit, no apologies
[Hook - 2x]
[Curren$y]
Now when the 4-4's, come out
You'd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out
It's Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South
Look at who I be around, then you'll know what I'm bout
Brah you don't want me, to come through
Cause one pop out the glock, I'll leave your fat head with a sun roof
Please understand me, brah when my album drop
Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammy's
Hoes loving on me, so these *************s can't stand me
But they know I got the heat, like Miami
Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew
That with the cameras, instead of the rearview
Hit you point blank range, I ain't even near you
My *************s ain't from Pitt*************urgh, but we'll steal you
Riding on chrome, all 21 and up
Yours under 18, can't even get in the club so
[Hook - 2x]
[Tre-Nitty]
Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking
And leave a *************, leaking on the concrete
You run up with cowards, all I got is one ************* behind me
At a time to cover my back, and other than that
Ain't too many *************s, gon cover my tracks
So I feed him, with a long handle
Man I'm in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle
So I can't be walking, in the wrong sandles
Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I
Don't know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die
Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase
And who's gonna carry me, when I'm trapped under them bed sheets
Sealing the sheets with hot blood, *************s steady saying they got love
And I'm the one laying with hot slugs, *************t I've been there
And any ************* that I ************* with, is just like me
So when we beefing, that's the ************* you just might see
But everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells
And how I hung with him, but can't say what I done with him
[Hook - 4x]
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