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letra de liu kang - soulja boy

[intro]
d-mn, oughby
yeah, you already know what goin’ on, man
n-gga, play with this sh-t, man, you gon’ lose man
yeah, man, first round, [?]
yeah, the one, the first, yeah
grra, draco
yeah

[chorus]
young n-gga [?]
[?] n-gga, watch dope sw-ng
in the trap and i’m sellin’ cocaine
two pistol on my hip, i’m max payne
f-ckin’ this b-tch, i don’t even know her name
jockies be all at my door, they be goin’ insane
like, “draco, you know that we needin’ the dope, you know why we came”

[verse]
it don’t really matter if he tough
he ain’t exempt to the kick, [?]
i walk in, i’m makin’ it rain, made a blue flame
kick [?] n-gga, like liu kang
big cash’ll all tie ’em up like shoe strangs
n-ggas they really be cappin’, they ain’t ’bout that action
that cash in the envelope
me and my n-ggas be ballin’ like spartan
i’m still on my n-ggas, i really be out in the trenches
big draco, i blow that glock like a whistle
if you ain’t bustin’, [?]
[?] glock
these n-ggas be green in a pickle
i done took off like a missle
i’m really official, i really bare down with that pistol
my back, my back not get against the wall
i’ma shoot my way up out this b-tch, you know i’m official
big draco, he rose outta concrete
[?] in the trap, i walk in one beat
i catch me an opp and i turn on the lunch meat
i’m in the studio, tell ’em to punch me
i need a pack like paci ow
brought that .57 on me, you know i came bared down
b-tchin’ on opps, better share my bag ’round
if you drop on an opp, know i’m spinnin’, i’m spinnin’ back ’round
try to spin on the game, why bother?
bustin’ that glock since a toddler
i got that aim from my father
big draco, he put his wrist in the water (no cap)
fifty-five thousand, i spend it on carti’
i catch an opp in the club, we gon’ shoot
big draco, [?]
she pop a perc then she go r-t-rded
[interlude]
hold on, hold on, hold on, man
y’all none of those n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ me, man
you know a n-gga play, you already know what gon’ happen
nah, really, hold on, i’m really tryna get outta those packs
so you know what i’m sayin’? it’s really a lotta sh-t goin’ on
i can’t slow nothin’ down

[chorus]
young n-gga [?]
[?]
in the trap and i’m sellin’ cocaine
two pistol on my hip, i’m max payne
f-ckin’ this b-tch, i don’t even know her name
jockies be all at my door, they be goin’ insane
like, “draco, you know that we needin’ the dope, you know why we came”

- soulja boy

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