Lyrics:
mind
Only one wish I plan to get rich
Nna le majita re phele soft life "yeah"
Dollar signs yeah yeah yeah, dollar signs yeah
Dollar signs yeah yeah
She's gotta body like a hundred dollar bill
Soft as satin, smooth as silk
And to top all that, she's got a heart to match
I could do a lot worse
won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I rip my prick through your hooters
I'm sick, you
a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick (ugh), I rip my through your hooters
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my
won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I rip my prick through your hooters
I'm sick, you
streets
On the corner where the dope and destruction meets
Where a cool young brother could never be soft
On a top-dollar street where shit jumps off
You're
runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I
money fast
Soft nigga spending thousand dollars on a bitches ass
While real niggas spending hundreds for the dream team
Tryna get his mama out the hood
warm day mid june
soft blue silver dollar moon
i think i hear you crying
i think i hear the sea
i swear i hear the slow drip of a leaking dream
wouldn?t do it,
They gon tear up in a day,
And boy you gon look stupid,
Boy them cannot be Pradas,
100 dollars they got ya, (Soft tacos)
You went and bought
You’re too much for me
You’re garbed in exquisite clothes
Your tongue is splashed with gold
And your hands are soft like a million dollar gloves
Here
trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holler
Mama I'm big huh I rip my prick
Pradas,
100 dollars they got ya, (Soft tacos)
You went and bought that fitted,
You just wasted all your guapo, (Guapo)
Looking at my wrist,
But I bet
a beautiful sight to hold so soft and kind
Number one in the whole world the rest behind
Dollars on my mind (racks)
Dollars on my mind (racks)
Dollars on my
we're here
Alright
I'ma touch every dollar, every dollar, every dollar
Glitter to my mama
And split some with my partners
With my partners
But I'ma touch
Eyes soft
Eyes soft
Your eyes soft
Eyes soft
Eyes soft
Your eyes soft
You got your
Eyes soft
Eyes soft
Your eyes soft
Eyes soft
Eyes soft
Your eyes
fizz and camel lights
It's a box or a soft pack,
Box or a soft pack
Forty long mile dollars is cheap for
5 hours in a motel bed
Truck stop
soft /
Helped a billion dollars worth of talent come out my city /
I’m still on the floor in the trap stretching out like a hippie /
and the savior
Captain Vonnie, The Creator with his major bad behavior
Got more flavors than a tater tot, you hate him cuz your flavor soft
Paid him off with
Open notes, playing with a soft delicate
Cover girl, million dollar legs stray
Pressured by a sequence, followed by shrined symptoms
Poison marked so
only shoot in a court
Even if you did bet you don't do it no more
Man I put on dollars these niggas is soft
Little pussy might hear whoopsie fore I
rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
From a great height
He's looking down on his city at night
From gilded room
Of gold, marble, and soft perfume
And he's proud to say
He built his
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