Paroles de Mean Mug de Soulja Boy, 50 Cent

Soulja Boy
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

50 cent
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's ain't playing

Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain
A n-gga talking all that sh-t
Y'all n-ggas cannot represent
F-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga
Split ya I deal with ya

50 cent
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga
I won't tell ya twice
B-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me
These hoes they be all on me
They can't help that they want me
They want me back

Soulja Boy
I'm on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

50 cent
Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me
B-tch you not worthy


[Refrain] Soulja Boy
Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who?
Rob me? n-gga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck
I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs
F-ck your mean mugs
N-gga f-ck your mean mug
F-ck your mean mug
N-gga f-ck your mean mug
F-ck your mean mug
N-gga f-ck your mean mug
F-ck your mean mug
N-gga f-ck your mean mug

50 cent
When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count all this paper I be gettin'

Soulja Boy
Any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball
And watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws
I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

50 cent
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top
She must do this sh-t a lot
She's a freak she's a pro
Got that paper it's a go
Bring the Kush, bring the dro
She might bless ya on the low

Soulja Boy
Man, that's why I pick you up off the ground
If you make a f-cking sound
Disrespect my f-cking crew
B-tch is you f-cking clown
Get the f-ck back n-gga
We up in the club
High as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped

[Refrain]

Yeah, misery loves company n-gga
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies


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