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Soft
(专辑: God Will'n - 2013)
[Intro: Rick Ross] They say I'm coming too hard, huh? I
say these niggas coming too soft All them niggas soft Niggas over there are soft [Hook: Rick Ross] I
sold that brick soft This why I
sell, so soft My girl hair so soft These Louis shoes so soft You hoe niggas so soft My AK for assaults I'm sipping this sauce My dick won't stay soft My car seats so soft These Z
Tags say "boss" You hoe niggas so soft You hoe niggas so soft [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] My car seats so soft Your army so soft Real nigga and she like me 'Cause I
make sure she get off These niggas claiming they winning But when I'm around they lost I'm in a
new car, four door, double R, logo Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro You pussies know that I'm no joke How you want it? 4-O? Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blow Still ducking the
po-po I
make her come back like a
yo-yo I'm like Ice T
with that white girl Still getting money off cocoa Still flyer than all y'all Shit, tell me something I
don't know Got a
bad bitch bouncing on my stick Like a
pogo, screaming "YOLO" My diamonds be shining Like a
snow cone, I'm so froze Far as that dough goes I'm Russell Simmons, you JoJo My type get real cash Your type get killed fast Y'all niggas like soft booty Get it? Real ass You hoe niggas so soft Why don't you hoe niggas get lost? I'll pay to see you gone How much is you niggas gon' cost? [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Right back in the
hood, fresh off tour Jumping out that new four-door Bust down APR shores All this stunting ain't called for None of these bitches ain't all yours None of these niggas hardcore Young fly nigga, I'm fresh, man! Bad bitch with me at sophomore My Rolex is like Mayweather's I
make it rain like May weather Ask them hoes at KOD I
don't throw paper, I
spray cheddar Your whip mean? Mine way better Chicks they greet and love me Up in the
corner and hug me Go all these hoes trying to fuck me 'Cause that leather handle so soft All I
know is go hard High as fuck, I'm on Mars My pockets on black card 'Cause it ain't no limit (ain't no limit) To the
shit I'm spending (shit I'm spendin') It's double-M-G (double-M-G) Yeah nigga, we winning [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 3: Fabolous] I'm in the
hood with that white thing... Mister Softee Tell them kids don't run up Got it on me, now get 'em off me Get 'em off me, get 'em off me Before I
make it hot like coffee Just seen 'em put a
hole-in-one And I
ain't gon' let 'em golf me Got a
O-Z of that loudmouth My smoke never speak softly Ride on that dick flow My bitch never go off-beat Only time that I'm off feet Known to stand on my own two If you 'round me, you gotta go hard Soft niggas I
don't do These niggas ain't family If you was, I
would've disowned you And fucked bitches that won't do Call a
bitch who want to Gotta feel me, my texture These dumb bitches too extra I
just kicked this bitch up off the
bus, had to "next" her I'm too strong in these streets, boy Please don't make me flex up You know nothing 'bout this I
do this, I'm a
expert DVs go off, like the
TVs in my loft That's HD on my HT These hoe niggas so soft...
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