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soulja boy tell 'em - mean mug كلمات الأغنية

[intro: soulja boy]
soulja!

[verse 1: soulja boy, 50 cent & both]
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
ak-47 got ’em dialing 911
i pull that trigga, 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-ggas ain’t playin’
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 k!ller, youngest gorilla n-gga
split ya, i deal with ya, knife sticker, ice picker
run for your life n-gga, i won’t tell ya twice
b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangstas they love me
these hoes they be all on me, they can’t help it, they want me
they want me back
i’m on another level, b-tch you heard me say that
s.o.d., i never mentioned you cause you not worthy
yeah, we royalty, don’t talk to me, b-tch you not worthy

[hook: 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 mugs, n-gga, f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mugs, n-gga, f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mugs, n-gga, f-ck your mean mug

[verse 2: 50 cent & soulja boy]
when i’m trippin’, i’m twisted, i slap my clip in
when i flip, ho 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’
any f-cking game, n-gga p-ss me the ball
and watch a n-gga ball, i’m gucci to the draws
money over all, i don’t really give a f-ck
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls l!ck me up
l!ck me up ’til i pop, shawty swallow every drop
from the b-lls 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 you on the low
man that’s why i picked you off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound
disrespect my f-cking crew, b-tch, is you a f-cking clown?
get the f-ck back n-gga, we up in the club
high as f-cked, talk sh-t and you gon’ get dropped

[outro: 50 cent]
yeah, misery loves company n-gga
i send you to see yo’ dead motherf-ckin’ homies
come right close to you, 187 to most of you
chop choppin’ out the window
f-ck is the matter with yo’ face n-gga?
what the f-ck is you lookin at?
i will spin that motherf-ckin’ barrel at you n-gga
try me, ooh, i want you to try me n-gga!

- soulja boy tell em

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