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letra de figured it out - soulja boy

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i got them shooters, gon’ step for me
internet name, shooters be sent to the left for me
i got them shooters, gon step
stand in the kitchen, i’m whipping that dope in the syrup
got the hamburger, hop out the coupe with them choppas
the finger on trigger, they itchin’, i’m catching them bodies myself
i done ran up some m’s
i ain’t even know about the [?]
new balenciaga, i’m poppin’ my collar
this lil’ n-gga watchin’ on step
young draco, i don’t take off on thеse n-ggas, i find
takin’ your breath, my n-gga, they find
thеse n-ggas so broke, i be wantin’ to cry
i hop out the coupe, you know that i’m fly
you diss out my gang, some shots at yo’ eye
whip up my chain on a n-gga, i hit with that five
we still [?], i know [?]
i ain’t frontin’ no bih, then i go figure out
take me [?], i whip it out
take off to another level
b-tch ain’t go with it, [?] his n-gga eye, whip him out
doot-doot-doot-doot with [?] when i hit with that five
double cup, pour a promethazine, sippin’ on lean
i got money on me right now
i [?] on the state, they goin’ crazy
my whip and my bae
back in the trap, i would drive a mercedes
these vvs diamonds my t–th and you know they ain’t braces
i put that money in brand new piguets, it’s tight
no [?] like shoelace
gettin’ the [?] on the freeway
and murder got name, don’t play with my gang (nah-nah-nah)
i done figured it out, i did
everything that i did, it was [?] for me
they can’t f-ck with the kid and i slide on these n-ggas
i ran up some m’s, i chill with my n-gga
i done figured it out
i got sticks in account (i did)
we ain’t never seen drought (no)
we ain’t never, ever, ever seen (no, no)
i rock out with metro
i really don’t need no bih i can rock out after
waitin’ on go and like [?], we roc-a-fella
hop out the helicopter, new propeller
my [?] in the middle
them n-ggas switchin’ up colors like skittles
[?], no pickle
ran up some mil’
you n-ggas be broke, that be lame
i hop in that ‘rari, i’m switchin’ up lanes
that’s a new 488
f-ck a bustdown, i won’t get in this plane
i want a new plain jane
thirty-five thousand for the cartier
hop out the plane, jump on the plane
hop on the stage, jump out the stage
take out the opps, tell ’em, no mary jane
designer my glasses, i can’t have a plain
double cup wock’ and you sippin’ champagne
do balmain, do our thang
with johnny dang
feel like 50 cent, this been the chain
feel like cameron, pink rover range
count up all my money, now they actin’ strange
now they actin’ strange
[outro]
stranger things
(stranger things)
i been feelin’ low, we fall in thangs (woah-woah)
i done came up on some change
(i done came up on some change)
now everybody actin’ strange

- soulja boy

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