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letra de from chiraq - soulja boy tell 'em

[hook: soulja boy]
if you ain’t getting no money, what the f-ck you doing n-gg-?
i be getting to this money b-tch and know i keep my pistol
call my n-gg-s up boy and you know they got the pack
got a couple k!llers with me and they posted from chiraq
from chiraq, posted from chiraq
got a couple k!llers with me and they posted from chiraq
from chiraq, posted from chiraq
got a couple k!llers with me and they posted from chiraq

[verse 1: soulja boy]
got a couple k!llers n-gg-, that money is all in my belt n-gg-
ferrugumo on me, you n-gg-s ain’t getting no help n-gg-
i need no remorse, pull up in block and i pull in a porsche
these n-gg-s get wet, shout out my squad and shout out my set
got a couple k!llers shoot you all in your neck, just for the check
i be all on the jet, look at my neck
a young n-gg- flex
came from the bottom with the goblins little pussy -ss n-gg-
i went through the rain, 100 million man i run up my check up little n-gg-

[verse 2: dae dot]
they hate cause i swag
b-tch why is you mad, i’m making that cash
i’m doing the dash, out the window blow the -ss
i’m running the mingle my math, i’m all in them sacks
can’t take off my racks, got money i flex
pull up in the jag, put the money in the bag
hit them up, hop in them tags
then load up the mag, see you looking sad
you dead in the bag
your family mad, got your -ss with the mag
hop in my eyed eagle fast
gimme that shit, b-tch gimme that shit
i’m bout to hit me a lick, to feel me a brick
pourin’ the lean out the kit, actavis pour up a 6
my n-gg-s collectively rich
they hop on my d-ck, i split 30k on my shit
my b-tches legit, i f-ck em but we do not kiss
my n-gg-s collectively rich, but i do not care about a b-tch
got lean in the whip, big as a red beam in my hip
i skate with the pole, i don’t swift
that’s how you get rich, i’m f-cking these hoes on the trip

[verse 3: reese money bagz]
my guns they go bang, leave your -ss dead in the rain
treat your -ss up when we hang
sod that be the gang
f-ck with us, delete your name
i’m with the gang [?]
but no i don’t like that shit cray
n-gg- we’ll take off your brain
diamonds all over my chain
[?]
hallow tip rip up your brain
every track we go insane
rather go hard in the paint
tryna get rich, f-ck the fame
the white girl like loul deng
put my momma in the rain
you ain’t get money you lame
i take off like a plane
[?]
k!lling shit like hurricanes
so nah n-gg- i can’t complain, only rich n-gg-s relate
i ain’t have shit but the fame
[?]
i feel like loco, pull up on yo block they go loco
30 gonna knock off your polo
you only live once, that’s the motto

- soulja boy tell em

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