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lirik lagu hot shit – soulja boy tell ’em

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[chorus:]
n-ggas talking sh-t, i buss sh-t
pull up on your block with the mop sticks
n-ggas they not sh-t
n-ggas talking sh-t, i buss sh-t
pull up on your block with the mop sticks
n-ggas they talk, they not sh-t
pull up on your block with the hot chick
pull up with on your block and buss sh-t
pull up on your block with the mop stick
n-ggas talking sh-t, they not sh-t
pull up on your block with the hot chick
hot sh-t, with the hot sh-t
pull up on your block with the hot chick
hot sh-t, hot sh-t
pull up on your block with the hot chick
hot sh-t

[verse 1:]
now you mama scared her son about to be dead
pull up on your block
put these hot sh-ts in your head
b-tch i’m about my gang
sod that’s what i play
run up on me wrong p-ssy n-gga that blood gonna shed
run up on me wrong in this broad day i spray
shoot you in your mouth b-tch it’s a bloodbath
b-tch we from the atl westside on the belt
run up on the soulja boy i’ll shoot you in your neck
n-ggas talk that f-ck sh-t
b-tch i grip that take
n-ggas left sod
i left them where they at
f-ck the p-ssy n-ggas
i don’t need a mini wet
versace on my belt and three thousand cash
run up on me wrong
gonna let this house spray
in the streets where i have to f-cking accept
drop top
in a mercedes we gonna crank
gripping these b-tches
f-cking theses b-tches
man they shade

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
young soulja boy i ride five feet
they say rich homie corn left rich game
b-tch i make a hundred in a day
me and birdman touch down on the plane
these f-ck n-ggas so lame
switches size, cl1ck hop in
that ain’t in the game
if i catch you imma sn-tch your chain
broad day with that mack imma make it rain
in that maybach with birdman
it use to be me, him and mackman
[unable to transcribe line, words unclear]
b-tch now i swerve through the trap lane

[chorus]

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