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Soldier Kidd

187

 

187

(álbum: XXX 2 - 2018)


Uh-huh, clock broke, time to blitz
Tell me something, you think you fucking with a jit
I'll handle some, pop a nigga like a mint
Wrap him up, I ain't talking bout a diss
I be snapping bruh, balling like the old Mets
She capping bruh, she want Versace for the mix
Got my status up, now lil shorty on my dick
You fucking all of us, silly rabbit, you a trick
And no, and no, you know I want some more
I ain't come to fight, everybody hit the floor
And Lil Bino got a nine, he'll give a nigga four
We ain't got no mind, run up in yo daddy store
Uh-uh, shorty ride my blitz
Bust some, I'll run out on yo click
He ain't bout none, but he swear he with the shits
Talking honeybun, nigga sweeter than a bitch
Nigga sweeter than some nectar
Bossed up, just like Hector
If it ain't pay me, I don't wanna hear yo lecture
They'll slay me, that's why I got so much vendettas
Pulling up on we, you gon get hit with berettas

187, Soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor
187, Soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

Anyway, it Lil Soldier on the stove
Anyway, and you know the Soldiers down to blow
I got plenty weight, just to make a lil dough
Talking bang-bang, Chief Keef, don't even know
Is you with it, cause I'm with it
Out my body, I can see it
Ain't no molly, this a willy
You can't touch, but you can feel me
I'm the one out of a million
Hiding guns right in the ceiling
Where them cards, a nigga dealing
Out the yard, we be stealing
Jacking cars, it ain't no chilling
Pull up hard, like what the business?
You was talking like the ciggy
Let me see and I'ma rip it
NYC, I just be killing it
That lil boy, he got a semi
Better pray that don't see me
If I pull up, I'ma end it

Younging got a strap, and he rocking Polo
I was done bad, running from the po-po
Shorty got her mad, and I'm talking fo-fo
Shoot him in the back, what the fuck he running for?

187, Soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor
187, Soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

feito

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