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letra de what you heard? - soulja boy

[verse]
i’m with some shooters, trap ‘cross the country
eight headshots out this m-16, lil’ n-gga, don’t play with my money
got some roguish-ass soldiers with me ready to come and knock you down for nothin’
that n-gga cryin’ on the internet like he done smelt an onion
that n-gga talkin’ like my empire don’t be passin’ ‘cross the country
in that gta, but i’m most wanted
i up my glock and hit my target
i hit the stage and b-tches swarmin’
it was louis, i’m performing
young n-gga gon’ hit with no warning
tell johnny ice my charm
i’m on fire, ring the alarm
i done bust down my whole arm
i need a hundred k to perform
we gon’ shoot without no warrant
bustdown vvs on my wrist, it came in with no cz
my face on tv, make it look so easy, rap n-ggas wan’ be mе, yeah
rap n-ggas can’t see me
i blowed up likе c4, but i ain’t no cb4 just like gusto
these n-ggas cap, they custo
chopper make a drumroll
i came ‘cross the country, louis bags and lot of money
this chopper gon’ get an opp up out me
it’s vvs in my t–th, n-gga, while i’m talkin’
don’t make me shoot this 40
i’m countin’ money while i’m recording
it’s money gang, i cash out foreigns
these rap n-ggas’ life really boring
up ten million just off of touring
up twenty million off “rick & morty”
i’m thirty million my net worth
i shoot just like pippen, jordan
these rap n-ggas gettin’ extorted
my garage is full of foreigns
lamborghini auto, grand theft auto, new gelato
b-tches, they gon’ follow, and you know they swallow
ball hard ’til tomorrow, louis v, no aeropostale
big draco, i’m the author
ball just like vince carter
swim just like six-feet-deep water
twenty-five bricks, that’s a new quarter
cook the dope up, the stove boiling
lamborghini roadrunner
these cap-ass n-ggas don’t know nothin’
i was trappin’ actavis, no robitussin
ice froze cold, no oven
young n-ggas blowed for nothin’
whip a bird
brand new pirelli tire skrrt
waffle house, n-gga, we pour syrup
who the f-ck is him? i ain’t heard
[chorus]
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
b-tch n-gga, f-ck what you heard
i’m in the trap sellin’ birds
opp-ass n-gga, you absurd
i got pounds, i got perc’
i put opps in the dirt
big balenci’ b’s on my shirt
we hit opps where it hurt
yeah, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard

[outro]
what you heard
what you heard
what you heard
f-ck what you heard, n-gga
f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
n-gga, f-ck what you heard
what you heard
what you heard
what you heard
b-tch n-gga, what you heard (n-gga)

- soulja boy

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