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2009-07-20

It Ain't About You

Yea Ay, Soopafly Yup Ay, what's the name of that song that goes Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da Dada-dada-da-da-da It ain't about you? That's the one you rappin' on? Yea Oh, yea, that's tight You like that? Yea Check, check, check, check, check Microphone, check, check, check, check, check 1, 2, check, check, check, check, check Live in the place to be Soopafly, comin' at ya I don't stop and I don't quit Comin' with that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea, peep game Check, I break a nigga neck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a show, I'm stackin' c-notes It's Soopafly mothaf**ka if you didn't know Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak Keep 'em in check No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek, they sleep Kick 'em in they a*s wake up, uh now Let me take you on a journey block to block Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin' them rocks Straight from the L we don't take no shit We off in the cut waitin' for y'all niggas to trip We the last mothaf**kas you want to f**k with When you in close range you best to duck quick Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit Game over, I knock a nigga from drunk to sober I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker If you wanna dance I do the polka Stickin' f**k bitch made Soop look like a switchblade Can I ride in your car? Girl I've gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, that ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar? No, but you can eat this d**k While I smash my shit And I pop in my car Can I give you my number? Yea, next summer But I'm hungry baby Sh, me too, that's crazy So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go Aight then, but I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin' baby? Hell no Bitch take another route You ain't even what this song's about Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood Smokin' until the sun come out Bitch please Got her speakin' in Chinese They like please Yea, just pluck 'em off Mothaf**k all you hoes f**k 'em all This is nothing but true game This stainless thing got stained The bitch gobble the best, she won a contest For the best jaws in the West The homie said, "Watch my head" But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta A nigga feelin' bitter, shitty as some kitty litter Take off, got a Adolf Hitler Center of attraction Multiplications then subtractions From the blast then the smash And the cash, and the credit The bitch on my d**k I'm like bitch, forget it Let it lose bitch, won't you let it For what you let it I get a bad bitch from Connecticut A typical hoe, I'm only in it for the blow The bitch was only in it for the blow I gave her some blow then let her blow Then she turned blue On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew Can I ride in your car? Girl I've gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, that ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar? No, but you can eat this d**k While I smash my shit And I pop in my car Can I give you my number? Yea, next summer But I'm hungry baby Sh, me too, that's crazy So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go Aight then, but I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin' baby? Hell no Bitch take another route You ain't even what this song's about I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood Smokin' until the sun come out Now all salute the supreme general that got style And watch how I rock and lock the block down Tightly to fight me will 'cause disaster No chance to surpa*s the vocab I master As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight I state the facts, mothaf**k a platinum plaque Always got my stack jackin' off from havin' a sack Niggas act as if they back is stiff And can't put work in Shake the turf then get to tuckin' they shirts in But I'ma stay bangin' The game that I'm claimin' Gold chain swangin' While the six trey hangin' Back bumpa, impact the dumpa In the stash spot mash out Knock it locked up with the a*s drop Can I ride in your car? Bitch I'm gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, this ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar? Nah, but you can eat this d**k While I dip in my shit And uh, pop my cop off Can I give you my number? Get at me next summer But I'm hungry baby Yea, me too, that's crazy So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go Aight, but I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin' baby? Hell no Bitch take another route You ain't even what this song's about I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood Smokin' until the sun come out

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