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letra de nolia flow - dee watkins

[intro]
wow (yeah, n-ggas got me f-cked up in this…)
yeah, this for them motherf-ckin’ soldiers
for my soldiers (from all the way)
for my thugs in the trenches (from down south with it)
look

[verse 1]
this for them soldiers
the ones who stuck in them trenches
the ones who locked up, doin’ time, ain’t seen them kids in a minute
the prosecutor in her feelings, ain’t reducin’ no sentence
i done had a lot of problems with them dirty lil’ b-tches
my lil’ n-gga f-cked up, baby mama, she trippin’
she want money for them kids, he say, “how i’m gon’ get it?”
so he bought a stick, started robbin’ and k!llin’
started puttin’ sh-t to sleep, now he hot in the city
now it’s jpay, he callin’ me like send him some money
say he in a situation, he f-cked over his bunky
now it’s back to the block, servin’ basers and junkies
monday to sunday, tryna turn nothin’ to somethin’
my probation officer been on that f-ck sh-t again
house arrest don’t make it better, but it is what it is
’cause she gon’ come ’round nine, and i’m gone by ten
how the f-ck you expectin’ me to provide for them kids? (f-ck)
call rissa on the phone, man, i love that b-tch
i can’t wait ’til i get home so i can cut that sh-t
she gon’ suck that d-ck with ice, she know i love that sh-t
you lookin’ for me, you can find me where them thugs at, jit
n-ggas be lyin’ to their kids, but won’t lie to your honor
they some snitches and b-tches, name stay in some drama
before i tell on my n-gga, put me six feet under
real soldier, that’s that life in the jungle
this that life in the jungle, uh
[chorus]
this that nolia flow (n-gga, what?)
this that nolia flow (n-gga, what?)
this that motherf-ckin’ what? huh, this that nolia flow
n-gga, what? this that nolia flow (huh, yeah)

[verse 2]
now i’m late night slidin’ in that all-black jeep
gotta watch my every move ’cause this sh-t look a lil’ creep
finna get some top from this lil’ thot and she stay right ‘cross the street
i told that b-tch to hurry up, i ain’t had head all week
and she say, “f-ck you, n-gga,” i say, “f-ck you too”
she say, “i love your black ass,” girl, i love you too
see, i done had a lot of hoes, but they can’t do it like you
suck it and look me in my eyes, girl, you look so cute
see, i’m a thug, but thugs need love (yeah)
’cause love the only thing that keep a n-gga’s head above
and when we first met, you knew exactly what it was
so hold a n-gga down until them crackers lock me up
a gangsta, survivor, right hand on the bible
left hand on my rifle, i’m watchin’ for my rival
but if i die, tell my grandma that i love her
i’m sorry, mama, i’m a hard-headed motherf-cker (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, and this that nolia flow (that nolia flow)
this that nolia flow
this that motherf-ckin’ what? uh, this that nolia flow (that nolia flow)
this that nolia flow (huh, yeah)
[outro]
yeah, free all my (magnolia)
free all my soldiers across the nation, you feel me? (and i’m ridin’ with my motherf-ckin’ soldiers)
long live soulja slim (ayy)
long live slim forever (this that motherf-ckin’ nolia, ayy)
(catch me slidin’ with them soldiers)
long live neek (we slidin’, we slidin’, yeah)
and we still on the same sh-t too (ha, f-ck a n-gga)
real trench babies (for my, for my soldiers, my motherf-ckin’)
yeah (i f-ck with them streets too)

- dee watkins

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