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without warning - i luv soulja lyrics

disc flows a muse zen peace lyrical sheets
make pencils screech reverend run streets/p*lease i’m popping i’m off the hinges my minds bleak from sinning won’t bear a sheath i seize beginnings wrong turns til we write out l’m so induced in the feeling of being amazed/ i’m double u with more in proof that we lay m to waste plenty ways that i curb on em from making them plays to pack a pocket pistol we whipping the daze away/ steel got dreams of cream icing you cakes p*ssies n posers pursuing posters wеll i go postal like i’m supposed to/ while y’all ain’t еven willing so how you winning when l’m a coach you you get it then theres ya ticket this first*class with an old school? hip*hop villain my villa cum width the most views/ know alarm snooze yo its cool you b*tches lose i’m making moves with the cruise who would really see thru?

very angry while trying to strangle my b*lls
wipe my ass with some peanut b*tter while scr*ping sh*t on the wall
but honestly overall, i like popping an adderall
while dancing around, clapping a pansy b*tch in overalls
i beat my d*ck to p*rn fl!cks of martin lawrence with autistic babies
child molestin’, incest, it wasn’t a question
rape a broad while kissin’ on sean penn
i feel like the messiah or better yet donald trump blessing the young cheerleaders with a gold shower
unlimited power, my nose full of white powder
don’t u want to eat human gut chowder
everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
you probably only did a month for minor offenses
ask a b*tch doing life if he had another chance
but then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
but that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
but honestly you can’t forget that your girl was on my c*ck
begging me “please soulja don’t stop”
her p*ssy quivered her leaks shook
imma eat her p*ssy like it was made by a 5 star cook
you can have her anyway. you nothing but her new boy toy
a broke boy who wears couldaroy
but no matter what you wear you’ll be on the street
while i beat my meat and you looked like you accepted your feat
next time i’ll see you’ll be under six feet

- i luv soulja lyrics

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