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lirik lagu soldier – yo gotti, est gee, big30 & cmg the label

[intro: yo gotti]
i just ran into this young n*gga, he was tellin’ me how
he ran his sack up, he beat the streets
i salute him (link+up)

[chorus: yo gotti]
say he grew up on that gotti and that boosie and that jeezy (and that jeezy)
self*made millionaire, a dollar didn’t come easy (a dollar didn’t come easy)
servin’ j’s, runnin’ plays, re*in’ up through ups (ups)
he at war with a choppa, he don’t got a vest (grrt)
he a soldier (he a soldier)
and he remind me of me, i thought i motherf*ckin’ told ya
no limit soldier (uh*uh, uh)
’cause ain’t no limit to the streets
the sh*t that i defeated, n*gga
i’m a soldier (i’m a soldier, i’m a soldier)

[interlude: yo gotti]
i thought i motherf*ckin’ told ya (told ya)
jump cutlass to a 600 benz (600 benz)
and bought my baby mama a rover (a rover)
(i’m a soldier)

[verse 1: yo gotti]
f*cked the money up so many times, i accept that (facts)
but bein’ a real n*gga, i can say i never failed that (facts)
strapped with a keltec (strapped)
on god, i may be going where h*ll at (facts)
all the work i put in, streets felt that (uh)
melt that, a b*tton (frrt)
all of a sudden you act tough
knowin’ you ain’t come up like us, n*gga (p*ssy)
38127 shady vista drive (yeah), one way in, one way out (pew*pew*pew*pew)
pray you make it out alive, gangster sh*t gettin’ televised (yeah)
they call it gangland on a&e (a&e)
before it’s cmg, we called it i.n.e
me and gripp and c baby and big g (my n*ggas)
a couple quarter ki’s and a hunnid p’s (frrt, frrt)
[chorus: yo gotti]
say he grew up on that gotti and that boosie and that jeezy (and that jeezy)
self*made millionaire, a dollar didn’t come easy (a dollar didn’t come easy)
servin’ j’s, runnin’ plays, re*in’ up through ups (pack touched down, n*gga)
he at war with a choppa, he don’t got a vest (grrt)
he a soldier (he a shooter)
and he remind me of me, i thought i motherf*ckin’ told ya
no limit soldier (uh*uh, uh)
’cause ain’t no limit to the streets
the sh*t that i defeated, n*gga (what?)
i’m a soldier

[verse 2: est gee]
half the reason my mind right, whole reason my cars white
thank ’em, saved some of y’all life
i was out in it all night, for real
when you come from where we come from, don’t no money help you heal
that’s why i listen to him ’cause i know he know how it feel
to be up a couple mill’ and still fight the urge to k!ll
no insurance or no will, cars and jewelries to my kids
just in case i ain’t get to live, make sure they knew what it is
a gangster, over*excelled
i been to college and jail
did no co*op’n with 12, paid all of they mama’s bills
and though she put me through h*ll, that’s a real man
way back when i sold trainwreck and headband
i was bumpin’ gotti “purple flowers” for the mailman (uh*uh, uh*uh)
[chorus: yo gotti]
say he grew up on that gotti and that boosie and that jeezy
self*made millionaire, a dollar didn’t come easy
servin’ j’s, runnin’ plays, re*in’ up through ups
he at war with a choppa, he don’t got a vest (grrt)
he a soldier (he a solider)
and he remind me of me, i thought i motherf*ckin’ told ya
no limit soldier (uh*uh, uh)
’cause ain’t no limit to the streets
the sh*t that i defeated, n*gga
i’m a soldier

[verse 3: big30]
on top of that, n*gga, i’m a gangster too (i’m a gangster too)
‘member postin’ at dag, me and lil mista poo (i was lit)
went to war with the best and k!lled some of them b*tches too (with the best)
not just a rapper, i’m talented with that pistol too (that blrrrd)
i get surgical with that fully (blrrrd), don’t try me, i’m quick to pull it (blrrrd, blrrrd)
got hollows for all the bullets (bullets)
where you at? don’t ‘member lookin’ (don’t ‘member)
ayy, we bully all the bullies (the bullies)
binary trigger (blrrrd), it shoot when you let go and you pull it (and pull it)
i’m ttk, i’m trained to k!ll, i’m cg to the fullest (murda)
i grew up off that gotti zedzilla, i’m so hoodie (on god)
i’m so f*ckin’ hoodie, in my hood, i’m a king (king)
i told my n*gga weed k, we k!llin’ everything (we k!llin’ everything, blrrrd)
[chorus: yo gotti]
say he grew up on that gotti and that boosie and that jeezy (jeezy)
self*made millionaire, a dollar didn’t come easy (them m’s)
servin’ j’s (j’s), runnin’ plays, re*in’ up through ups
he at war with a choppa, he don’t got a vest (grrt*grrt)
he a soldier (he a solider)
and he remind me of me, i thought i motherf*ckin’ told ya
no limit soldier (uh*uh, uh)
’cause ain’t no limit to the streets
the sh*t that i defeated, n*gga
i’m a soldier (i’m a soldier)

- yo gotti est gee big30 cmg the label

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