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letra de holla at me - soulja slim

whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga holla at me
whodi, wanna make happen n-gga

(na na na)
now lets get it started, i f-ck sh-t up on tha bacardi
you can call it, i be d-mned if i dat one dearly departed
glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me
i call tha canon, new & improved dog b-tch for tha 90’s
i keeps it real, n-ggas don’t wanna let me ball & chill
f-ck wit tha treal still they’ll get a n-gga k!lled
so i keep ’em close, don’t know ’em, i met ’em on my joce
cut throat ’em on magnolia leave body parts on willow
dats how we do it, 6 court souljas off top
keep ’em c-cked wit out havin’ second thoughts to pop
uptown dats where i was born & raised
chastised by veterens in they army brigades
when i grew up i wanted to just like them
look at me now retired veteren, soulja slim
alot of souljas made it & alot of ’em didn’t
it ain’t easy bein’ a soulja takes alot of wig splittin’
unforgettin’ ghetto livin’ to tha day dat i die
fabolous, dangerous weighin’ 195
i got scuffle like holyfield but i gets ill like mike
for them n-gga snakes i bite
when i write (grrr)i bite back
picture dat, n-gga raw d-gg-n’ it
got tha industry on lockdown & i’m hoggin’ it
i got what cha lookin’ for & what cha want
huh don’t play no games you know your do’s & don’ts, what

n-gga just shot my dawg double crosser
beef is on, heat is on, tweekin’ for leakin’ domes
make it known when i come home clear tha whole corner
somebody gon’ die when my & my army ride
you n-ggas jive, who gonna thank me & my dawg won’t k!ll ya
had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya
bustarized, realized, we crucifized, homicide
lookin’ for me wit tha chinese eyes
gold grill from tha back to tha front, mask on
done a walkby & got my blast on
see me when i beef i can’t sleep
i creep creep, lay low like a sniper & che, che
day & night hopin’ i catch my prey right
i hate tha light but i can’t run from a gun fight
soulja type & i refuse to lose my life
been inticed by tha devil but i love jesus christ
so what dat tell ya, i’m gon’ k!ll ya if i haveta
thank it’s a game when it ain’t no fun & laughter
blast ya -ss then get ghost like casper
i’m bout it bout it, i just ain’t no good -ss rapper

(what)
in tha projects thugged out slangin’ for cheese
head bustin’ any n-gga holdin’ them ki’s
puffin’ weed daily, thuggin’ in public
tha b-tches give me head cause tha hoes they love me
say goodbye to them b-tch n-ggas they work for tha feds
i can’t be caught wit cha when they bust yo head
ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin’ for fire
downtown n-ggas clearin’ watch them n-ggas expire
we ride fo’ deep in a caddy wit swab
i don’t love head bustin’ im just doin’ my job
iberville is what i scream lookin’ for danger
hundred rounds in my chopper realesin’ my anger, now

- soulja slim

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