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[Soulja Boy] My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker You talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon [50 cent] Ak47 got them dialing 9-11 I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing [Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain A n-gga talking all that sh-t Y'all n-ggas cannot represent F-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga Split ya I deal with ya [50 cent] Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga I won't tell ya twice B-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me These hoes they be all on me They can't help that they want me They want me back [Soulja Boy] I'm on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you Sod I never mentioned you cause you not worthy [50 cent] Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me B-tch you not worthy [Soulja Boy - Chorus] Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? Rob me? N-gga we gon rob you Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin' I lost count all this paper I be gettin' [Soulja Boy] Any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball And watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up [50 cent] Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop From the balls to the top She must do this sh-t a lot She's a freak she's a pro Got that paper it's a go Bring the Kush, bring the dro She might bless ya on the low [Soulja Boy] Man, that's why I pick you up off the ground If you make a f-cking sound Disrespect my f-cking crew B-tch is you f-cking clown Get the f-ck back n-gga We up in the club High as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped [Chorus:] [Outro:] Yeah, misery loves company n-gga I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies [End]
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