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letra de 10 bands - luh soldier

[intro]
yeah (yeah)
young cross on the beat
soldier
ten bands just to see me perform, yeah, uh
ten bands just to see me perform, b-tch
yeah, yeah

[verse]
ten bands just to see me perform, i’m really just stackin’ my paper (stackin’ my paper)
and lil’ bruh, i been countin’ that money so long, it feel like my fingers got paper cuts (d-mn, i got paper cuts)
and shawty gon’ suck everything off the bone, i feel like i just gotta pay the sl-t (i just gotta pay)
and the stick gotta put a n-gg- in a chair, i’ma clean a n-gg- taper up (give him a fade)
yeah, i’m lettin’ you know, these n-gg-s b-tch-made (lil’ b-tch)
chopper give his -ss a temp fade
i been thuggin’ since the fifth grade
four-ten, i’ma let that b-tch rip (yeah)
we gon’ clear the scene and let it rip from the hip
east side, i been here since a jit
real ratchet, she gon’ suck on the tip
nah, for real (lil’ b-tch)
still finessin’ the city with whoadie and bg (my dawgs)
and you know what that means (for real)
don’t come around me tryna play like you’re gangster (at all)
you just causin’ a scene
i want the m-o-n-e-y, racks, yeah
i hit that ho from the back, yeah
i only smoke on that thrax, yeah
i just blew a check off in saks, yeah
state to state, different b-tches in different cities
i be hittin’ ’em regular (on the regular)
and play for play, i’m just catchin’ them b-tches (yeah)
no more ringin’ my cellular (my cellular)
when i’m on the west side, i’m thuggin’ with scrilla ‘nem (yeah, yeah)
and shout out to hunnid tec (hunnid tec)
and we keep them hundred rounds, hundred rounds
get hit with that b-tch, ain’t no comin’ back (grrah)
glock gon’ shoot different when lookin’ for n-gg-s (yeah)
i don’t need my gun, i’ma whoop me a n-gg- (at all)
hit lil’ bro b-tch on the balcony
d-ck so good, made that b-tch wanna tackle me
these n-gg-s lame (yeah), and we know that (yeah)
lay a n-gg- down just like a doormat (a doormat)
i hit that ho with the specialty (yeah)
she say i’m a dog, well point me to the pedigree
don’t give a f-ck ’bout who think they ahead of me (yeah)
i keep a tec, i ain’t talkin’ no referee
you pay to f-ck, n-gg-, i get the neck for free
n-gg-, yeah, n-gg-, yeah
n-gg-, yeah
i been at the money, ain’t slept in ’bout two days (two days)
she in love when i get on that d’ussé (yeah)
i get in her mouth like some motherf-ckin’ toothpaste (yeah, toothpaste)
she just love when a young n-gg- boot up
been gettin’ p-ssy, was f-ckin’ my tutor (my tutor)
my lil’ youngin ‘nem be totin’ bazookas (bazookas)
f-ck around and get ’em smoked like a hookah, yeah, ayy
f-ck around and get ’em smoked like a hookah, yeah, ayy
f-ck around and get ’em smoked like a hookah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[outro]
this solider, n-gg-
real, yeah, yeah (soldier, man, y’all know what the f-ck going on)
yeah, yeah, yeah (we gon’ keep applying pressure, n-gg-)
yeah, yeah, yeah

- luh soldier

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