letra de souljaz - gudda sweiz
(chorus: savage scooby)
real n-ggas in my platoon so they salute/
whenever we marching through/
want war then i call the troops/
& they gon shoot/
so hope you come with a tool/
n-gga best lace up ya boots/
when dey come through/
hummers & trucks bullet proof/
terriost on top of the roof/
jets in da air lettin n-ggas off with parachutes/
(verse 1: gudda sweiz)
i told ya we souljaz but no s-o-d/
i go hamington hamilton thats r-i-p/
rip any beat its decease ima beast & i feast when i eat b-tch its bonapitete/
the weak is the prey/
so pray for the weak/
ima king got yo b-tch make her kneel like elise/
dis street sh-t i run it like warrick i done it i jumped off the porch/
baught me sum cleats/
she fakin on twitter got b-tches thats hittaz but no queen latifah khalifa(ca-leave-her) like wiz/
yo life is in jep b-tch im alex trebek dont get played like c-ssetes dont get check like a quiz/
pullin dese b-tches like the yaga/
i call up n my partners we train in yo b-tch like gym/
ask god to please bless dis nina/
no erica mena im sorry but i love the sin/
pop me a blend f-ck me sum twins b-tch i need two like im making you flinch/
yo b-tch she a thot but u think she not like we ducking the cops she got jumped like a fence/
i keep on stalling yo b-tch keep calling/
cuz she know im balling n u on da bench/
sprite wit da lean b-tch ima fiend n im on da green like da hulk or grinch/
(chorus)
(verse 2: savagescooby)
soulja i’ll die for my squad put that on god from holy grail i can drank/
guess whats up in my garage no r&b star when i come through with that tank/
have em’ put flowers on broads like a corsage dont get confused wit the ranks/
general toast n-ggas glock til yo colon go pow yall n-ggas shootin dem blanks/
copters controlled by them pilots they up in the sky with it i sware dey sleep in the sun/
soldier on feet dey surrounding yo street with them choppers they march to the beat of the drum/
nina that b-tch aquafina yea shawdy straight spit when she talk man she speak with her tongue/
toting the yea ain’t no joking in here so much smoke in the air you can’t see when its done/
some n-ggas boutt it but some n-ggas doubt it this ain’t word of mouth but my cl!ck be da realest/
boy you in trouble you come to the jungle i hunt with the lions & feast with gorillas/
high in the tree just like vietnamese b-tch i keep me some dope like i be with the dealers/
guys on my st–t like lebron with that heat n-gga you can get smoked b-tch i be with the k!llers/
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- letra de sugar highway - yuukisan
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