HATE THE COLD(p.sunnymac)

clutchin (nova chance)

looking forward

#scfirst #explicit 

where to connect with soulja: 
https://www.instagram.com/sexuhsoulja

she wanna link wit my slime, slatt
try to run hit landmine, slatt
i know a couple niggas wit gen five 
i know that they quick to slide, slatt 
i'm wit my slime murder on his mind 
that nigga just waiting the time 
you got some pape nigga don't een lie
cause when we walk out you get fried, yuh

we make him question his life, yuh
pullup and shoot we don't fight, huh
pop me a thirty with sprite, yuh
that nigga gone meet his demise, yuh
walk out wit suit and a tie, huh
i'm sending bullets thru eyes, huh
bitch do not come ask me why, yuh 
i guess this shit is goodbye, yuh 
walk out the bank and i'm fly, yuh 
geeked off the za bitch i'm tired, yuh 
most of these niggas they be tryna lie 
so i'm walkin outside wit the fye, yuh
bitch i'm posted up with the slime 
these niggas talking bout taking ya life, yuh
i be wit a couple hittas i call em my slime
know they one of mine, yuh

slime we slidin in fast shit
tryna make ya hoe stretch she elastic 
told her call me soulja i talk mad shit 
i might fuck on this hoe she a real bad bitch
nigga talk shit like go get a bag bitch
i keep a couple sticks on the mattress 
i shoot the chop and they hitting backflips
and i'm in dis new foreign a g-wagon 
hating ass niggas got kicked out the club
you need some pape to get back in 
look in the mirror you get bad luck
roll one more to get past ten 
i'm wit my slime we not giving a fuck
fuck all that talking shit we finna bend 
only my bruddas my niggas i trust 
you not my slime then you meeting yo end, (yeah)
you not my slime then you meeting yo end, slatt
you not my slime then you meeting yo end, slime 
you not my slime then you meeting yo end, slatt
you not my slime then you meeting yo end 

she wanna link wit my slime, slatt
try to run hit landmine, slatt
i know a couple niggas wit gen five 
i know that they quick to slide, slatt 
i'm wit my slime murder on his mind 
that nigga just waiting the time 
you got some pape nigga don't een lie
cause when we walk out you get fried, yuh

we make him question his life, yuh
pullup and shoot we don't fight, huh
pop me a thirty with sprite, yuh
that nigga gone meet his demise, yuh
walk out wit suit and a tie, huh
i'm sending bullets thru eyes, huh
bitch do not come ask me why, yuh 
i guess this shit is goodbye, yuh

goodbye p. yakk n duma

lyrics 

Turn up the volume then turn up the bass
All of my weed it go straight to the brain
Know that I'm booted don't care what you saying
Whipping this boat and I'm hogging the lanes
Put in the work and I'll put in the pain
Tell me you'll change but you don't ever change
No I get so sick bitch can you shut up
Won’t get posted can't show her no love
She made my soul sick I had to block the bitch
Walk in the store get whatever you want
She want the Fendi the Louie the Chrome
Don't talk to me when I be in my zone
Bought her a Bentley and copped me a Wraith
You can get head if you beat me to home
All of my bitches been bad in the face
Dog ass hoe someone give her a bone
Can you leave cause you pissing me off
I need somebody to pick up the pace
Just copped a brand new bong
Took a hit cause I love me the taste
Yeah nigga this a brand new song
I made the wave that everybody chasing
Bitch I'm the brand new boss
Only one name on these checks that I'm making
She want the sex she get naked
I don't even think I could take it
Wxtertherula on your playlist
Wait a minute I'll get famous

Turn up the volume then turn up the bass
All of my weed it go straight to the brain
Know that I'm booted don't care what you saying
Whipping this boat and I'm hogging the lanes
Put in the work and I'll put in the pain
Tell me you'll change but you don't ever change
I did shit that I can not explain
Don't understand but it still be okay
Won’t get posted can't show her no love
She made my soul sick I had to block the bitch
Walk in the store get whatever you want
She want the Fendi the Louie the Chrome
Don't talk to me when I be in my zone
Bought her a Bentley and copped me a Wraith
You can get head if you beat me to home
All of my bitches been bad in the face
Dog ass hoe someone give her a bone
Can you leave cause you pissing me off
I need somebody to pick up the pace
Just copped a brand new bong
Took a hit cause I love me the taste
Yeah nigga this a brand new song
I made the wave that everybody chasing
Bitch I'm the brand new boss
Only one name on these checks that I'm making
She want the sex she get naked
I don't even think I could take it
Wait a minute I'll get famous

TRAPBOX

insomnia

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Lyrics:

(Yes)
(Bless)
(Yes)
(Damn)

[Hook]
Off these drugs, I get no rest
Too fucked up my life a mess
Hit this hoe for breakfast
Man I swear I love that breakfast sex
What’s your wants and needs, bitch I’m not Drake
But I know I want your breasts
Bitch get on her knees and look at me, like damn I know I’m blessed 

[Verse 1]
This ain’t school, don’t need no test
Hoe just call don’t need no text
On my Drake shit man, I love this hoe I treat her like my best
Best I ever had, when she get mad I cheat, I love her less
Bitch I got bag and did her bad, now she call me a pest
Baby I love fashion 
I can’t do no actin
Cup filled up with passion
Shawty love that bad shit, oh yuh
She wanna live this life, oh yuh
I need that pape alright, oh yuh
Know ima do her wrong, oh no
Play like ima do her right, oh yuh
Poppin them bottles and shit at the bar
I used to chill with my young brudda Mar
Feel like I’m 50 I’m all up in the club, smokin that gas now I’m all up on Mars
Like this my hoe, this my ball
Like you get it all

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m packin that action
My life a park it’s Jurassic 
I’m lovin her for that fashion
She lovin me for that cabbage
And I’m like baby that’s madness, no March
Shawty ain’t playin her part
Shawty ain’t playin her role
This ain’t no game, ain’t no start-in
I was gone I’m back-in
In my bag, my birk-in
Why these niggas ask for favors when they pockets hurt-in
Man that’s silly, I’ma call up my luh brudda Dizzy
Got some hoes in the crib, they pick-me’s
Too fly like an eagle in Philly, yuh

[Hook 2x]

looking forward

Xvileromani

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