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letra de soulja rag [sped up] - summrs

[intro]
yeah (ayy yo, that’s nick)
woah, woah, woah, woah

[chorus]
you pop fake pills, who sold you that?
i ain’t getting no bread, who told you that?
doing my dance with my soulja rag, all my n-ggas got gang flags
we tryna get his whole gang whacked, i’m talking turn them boys to a pack
fully loaded arp and the trackhawk got red seats
f-ck a n-gga if it ain’t me, i’m stuck in the drugs way too deep
when i look you up in your eyes, i see a reflection of me, yeah
and that’s how it’s supposed to be

[verse]
i was too gone off a tree, and ain’t n0body higher than me
she was too gone off the e and started touching all on my meat
in the passenger seat clutching on my g-43
it wouldn’t be none of these n-ggas if it wasn’t for me
i was too high off thе lean, feel like thesе drugs controlling me
two-steppin’ in my soulja rees and my chain cost a couple keys
i hop on these motherf-cking beats and get to singing like alicia keys
if she ain’t let me beat cheeks, b-tch better pass me my f-cking keys
i’m pushing this motherf-cking jeep like i got somewhere to be
like i got somewhere to be, went the f-ck off on this beat and sipped on some lean
b-tch, don’t get too close to me
amiri my jeans, got no crease
i’m with lil’ kan up in his srt, he just got this b-tch tuned
i’m on roxys, shoutout tune
i miss being in the o with my n-gga goon
know that i’ma blow soon
tryna come back in my life, lil’ b-tch, well, you is doomed
i’ma give these n-ggas h-ll, waving my soulja rag all up in the air
long hair, don’t care, if i’m sipping, it is coming off the top shelf
all dubs, no ls, moving slow like a snail, it’s clean, you could smell
these pockets need a repair, my name ring a bell
yeah everywhere, play chess on my belt
lv everywhere, franklins my smell
anything i do with you, b-tch, don’t take it to the ‘gram
hahaha, yeah (woah, woah, woah)
[chorus]
you pop fake pills, who sold you that? (sold you that)
i ain’t getting no bread, who told you that? (told you that)
doing my dance with my soulja rag (soulja rag), all my n-ggas got gang flags (gang flags)
we tryna get his whole gang whacked (gang whacked), i’m talking turn them boys to a pack
fully loaded arp and the trackhawk got red seats (seats)
f-ck a n-gga if it ain’t me, i’m stuck in the drugs way too deep (deep)
when i look you up in your eyes, i see a reflection of me, yeah (me)
and that’s how it’s supposed to be

- summrs

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