Songtext zu ' Soulja (feat. TEC) ' von Fredo Bang

Mm, mm, mm
Uh, uh, uh, uh, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm (feel like: Fuck all them niggas)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (goddamn, BJ with another one)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (yee)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (fah, fah, I say: Ah, ah, ah)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say: Ah, ah, ah)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah, that's me creepin' in that rental, what that beef 'bout?
I look like a peeping Tom, I got this dick out
Bitch, who got me bent? No five-percent, we knock your tint out
T-shirt stickin' to his wound, he up in pain, pullin' lint out
I'll make a nigga take that long ride, the one that you don't get out
You must have lost your whole mind, we the ones that kill the killers
You send a diss, I send a casket, looked on news, that shot was nasty
I heard your dog died, see what I be sayin'? That shit be tragic
God, I know this shit be wrong, but I'd been lyin' if I said that I won't sin
Why the fuck would I spare you and I wouldn't do it for my kin?
Pussy niggas, I can't stand, it's fact, I never ran
My friend got a fin, he a fish, aquaman

Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over (Hussein)

Every time they side die, they got my name in the wind
Me and bang evil twins, same Glock, different gens
Motor on this four-inch, I whip this bitch like a Benz
I get a high when they die like it's dope in a syringe
Drop that paper to lil' woadie, he gon' shred 'em, he wan' wet 'em up
I'm on scene, them niggas better put they head down like seven up
Twistin' shit like a presser, better tell your stepper: Step it up
Got a K with a suppressor, put it on they ass like Ethika
He out his shit, ain't got no mind, shit, me neither
Get in beef and try to leave like nigga won't play with your people
Big spider, run with creatures, free Deezy, Meezy, and Ray-Ban
Lift up that small drac' and blow his face in like: Boo-yah, bitch

Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say: Ah, ah, ah)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say: Ah, ah, ah)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (uh-huh), Glock got a motor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (uh-huh), you can smell the odor (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't stoppin' till it's over