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Correct Universal Soldier Lyrics
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Correct Universal Soldier
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Universal Soldier (Ayo! What up yall it's ya boy fetti cash I'm just here to do my thing man I get money I do whatever I do Don't hate on me Cause hey I mean hating is not gon' get Yall no where If hating on me getting ya rich... Keep hating Keep on hating man Yo stick I'm going to the top man) [Verse:]: What yall wanna see F clap shit up, or better yet Wrap shit up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow out Ya amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and I Screw who I screw I play the low cause F is a professional No sir, I ain't tryna lose I ain't one dun front once If ya might let you... Ughh! (one more time shiz, one more time) What yall wanna see F clap shit up, or better yet Wrap shit up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow out Ya amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and I Screw who I screw I play the low cause F is a professional No sir, I ain't tryna lose I'm tryna get rich my dude or die trying I ain't 50 but many men and many whores wish death on the Crooked eye ya know the bandit always come out swinging I ain't the one dun front once and I might let you cool breeze Front again and you never seen again, I'm a webside hooligan And a you. S representative, haters hate me but they still wanna Ride with me, I roll with my set cause F's a G I'm a wild cowboy now whose fucking with me [Chorus:]: If it's money that yall want Come get it I got it If it's beef that yall want I got heat for you I'm a universal soldier so yall fucking with who Yall niggas fucking with who? [Verse 2:]: The streets got it fucked up talking like fetti ain't eating You can't be serious Fetti Cash is a hustler I tip toed back in the game with 16 yams 4 weeks later your boy copping a hunnit yams My dude showed me the chef shit now I'm one of the best cooks I put the coke in a pot and let it bake down to the oil I don't buy that hard shit cause it's baking soda I ain't no paper soldier I'ma you. S soldier I ain't flossing I'm just bossing I'm the best at my shit Brickstacks yeah I used to bubble packs but homie That didn't really make me, how the fuck you think I got the name fetti I got it from bronx dale and I can tell you a bronx tale Faggot I never tattle tell, Fetti Cash ain't never a rat I run circles around you haters traps in fact I'm a bread winner (Chorus 2x)
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