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Soulja Rag
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Summrs
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Yeah (Ayy yo, that's Nick) Woah, woah, woah, woah You pop fake pills, who sold you that? I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that? Doing my dance with my soulja rag, all my niggas got gang flags We tryna get his whole gang whacked, I'm talking turn them boys to a pack Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats f*ck the nigga if it ain't me, I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah And that's how it's supposed to be I was too gone off a tree, and ain't nobody higher than me She was too gone off the E and started touching all up on me In the passenger seat clutching on my G-43 It wouldn't be none of these niggas if it wasn't for me I was too high off the lean, feel like these drugs controlling me Two-steppin' in my Soulja Rees and my chain cost a couple keys I hop on these motherf*cking beats and get to singing like Alicia Keys If she ain't let me beat cheeks, bitch better pass me my f*cking keys I'm pushing this motherf*cking Jeep like I got somewhere to be Like I got somewhere to be, went the f*ck off on this beat and sipped on some lean Bitch, don't get too close to me Amiri my jeans, got no crease I'm with lil' Kan up in his SRT, he just got this bitch tuned I'm on Roxis, shoutout Tune I miss being in the O with my nigga Goon Know that I'ma blow soon Tryna come back in my life, lil' bitch, well, you is doomed I'ma give these niggas hell, waving my soulja rag all up in the air Long hair, don't care, if I'm sipping, it is coming off the top shelf All dubs, no Ls, moving slow like a snail, it's clean, you could smell These pockets need a repair, my name ring a bell Gang everywhere, play chess on my belt LV everywhere, franklins my smell Anything I do with you, bitch, don't take it to the 'Gram Hahaha, yeah (Woah, woah, woah) You pop fake pills, who sold you that? (Sold you that) I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that? (Told you that) Doing my dance with my soulja rag (Soulja rag), all my niggas got gang flags (Gang flags) We tryna get his whole gang whacked (Gang whacked), I'm talking turn them boys to a pack Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats (Seats) f*ck the nigga if it ain't me, I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep (Deep) When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah (Me) And that's how it's supposed to be
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