Gated
Soulja Boy, Chief Keef
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Yeah Sosa sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja Sosa and Soulja Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah Yeah, Sosa, Soulja Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja Sosa and Soulja Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco) Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja Court in Miami, they petty case me FN with me, like my lady He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest Bitch I upgraded, ayy, she Ace of Spade it Yeah Never debate it, ayy, we get to sprayin' It's 11AM, a nigga still up Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once I get it done, let's have some fun Shootout your dread, now it's a bun Boy when we come, you better run What is to you, I am the one Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park RIP Dart, rip you apart She don't like when it fart, I told her I do Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe Won't stop at you, actin' a fool I see you fu', catch you with two I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters They said I couldn't do it Tell 'em I do this They boy alley oop me, I shine like a ruby More clips than a movie, I need a movie I'm in the club makin' a movie Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze When I say 'choo, fifty times two Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new She skatin' the coupe, okay new new Come play the flute Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm in the mood Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah How can I lose? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Eat ramen noodles Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Count me some loot Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Hop in the booth Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Your shit stupid Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Might hallelujah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gettin' the pad Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gettin' the bag Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I love to swag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Don't mean to brag Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Pants is tight, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Still tote FN, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I ain't your friend, yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy You ain't my mans Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Pants cost a grand Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Paid her with a gram Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 'Bout to buy me some land Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah As soon as I land Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Think he breakin' in Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Get hit with the fan Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ain't talkin' FN Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Eagle ball at your mans Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah The hawk finna land Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fall off of the Benz Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no I'm really the man Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I should hit France Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Just to get pants Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Louis my lens, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah We get them hands Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah Kick in the door I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah I'm trained to blow I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang We at O Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door Bring the K to the door 13 years old, hand-me down clothes Couldn't fold under Bo 7 years old, runnin' through the O Pickin' my nose Jumped in front of, knife for my mama She was fightin' some ho Yeah I got cut, f*ck nigga What? Right in the throat Mama did fraud, she came back home With twenty rich bags Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass Life it was fast Wake up and stretch, missed call from my ex She talkin' 'bout sex I gotta check, check on the check Where is it at? Ayy I'm with the gang, we shoot F&N's I catch you lackin', one in his chin Hollow tips, he won't walk again Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow Got a Huracán and a Murciélago Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang Money Gang, that's my gang Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh Trap three, nigga one more time One AK, one of a kind 1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin' Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin' Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind Grab your bitch, hit her from behind Ayy, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo) Put the red bricks in a Rover, ayy Said I pull up and stunt Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck Call up Pablo Escobar, ayy Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ayy Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ayy Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady F*ck you, pay me, nigga f*ck you, pay me Ayy, I whip it up like babies Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately They ain't gated, mansion gated Yeah, f*ck you, pay me, nigga f*ck you Pay me (yeah)
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