She wanna lick the molly off me
Nigga I be stunt so hard, it’s no see me nigga
Soulja boy tell em we ready
We ready, turn up
We ready
Soulja boy, we ready, we ready
Soulja boy,
She wanna lick the molly off me
I pull up in a what you call it, what you call it
Drop top, call 2 hunned, fall 2 hunned
All the bad bitches on me nigga get on off me, please
I be flexin in that new rarri, new, so much on my neck
I don’t say sorry, no
You can see me from a mile away
You know dre keep a tek and a throw away
It’s gone, hey bro, ain’t that right or what’s his name
Hit the block in that fire flame
Lil dre getting guap, getting faded
Sod on g rich gang bitch, we ready, we ready
Soulja boy, we ready, we ready
Bitch, we ready, bitch, we ready,
Bitch, we ready, bitch, we ready,
Say she wanna take a zan, go to sleep
Hit the block and I’m toltin heat
Young dre keep a jesus piece on my neck
Young dre keep a throw away and a tape
The cash I’m getting it
The bad to be so I’m rippin it
Young dre he told infinity
So much cash it’s for my enemies
We ready, we ready, we ready
Soulja boy tell em we ready
We ready.
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
